June 4 + 

On the Hill, this morning, felt the thrill of the news of my own Death: I mean I imagined I heard the words⁠— + 

“You’ve heard the news about B⁠⸺?” + 

Second Voice: “No, what?” + 

“He’s dead.” + 

Silence. + 

Won’t all this seem piffle if I don’t die after all! As an artist in life I ought to die; it is the only artistic ending⁠—and I ought to die now or the Third Act will fizzle out in a long doctor’s bill. + 