October 30 + 

Having developed a passion for a piece of sculpture by R. Boeltzig called the Reifenwerferin⁠—the most beautiful figure of a woman. I am already devoted to Rodin’s Kiss and have a photo of it framed in my bedroom. Have written to Bruciani’s. + 

I suspect that my growing appreciation of the plastic art is with me only distilled sensuality. I enjoy my morning bath for the same reason. My bath is a daily baptism. I revel in the pleasure of the pain of the cold water. I whistle gleefully because I am clean and cool and nude early in the morning with the sun still low, before the day has been stained by clothes, dirt, pain, exasperation, death.⁠ ⁠… How I love myself as I rub myself down!⁠—the cool, pink skin⁠—I could eat it! I want to be all day in a cold bath to enjoy the pain of mortifying the flesh⁠—it is so beautiful, so soft, so inscrutable⁠—if I cut out chunks of it, it would only bleed. + 