November 11
She observed me carefully—I’m looking a perfect wreck—tu l’as voulu, George Dandin—but it’s mainly ill-health and not on her account.
I said—
“Some things are too funny to laugh at.”
“Is that why you are so solemn?”
“No,” I answered, “I’m not solemn, I am laughing—some things are too solemn to be serious about.”
She saw me off at the door and smiled quietly—an amused faraway smile of feline satisfaction. …