July 2 + 

I’ve had such a successful evening⁠—you’ve no idea! The pen simply flew along, automatically easy, page after page in perfect sequence. My style trilled and bickered and rolled and ululated in an infinite variety; you will find in it all the subtlest modulations, inflections and suavities. My afflatus came down from Heaven in a bar of light like the Shekinah⁠—straight from God, very God of very God. I worked in a golden halo of light and electric sparks came off my pen nib as I scratched the paper. + 