October 12 + 

Am better today. My better self is convinced that it is silly and small-minded to think so much about my own puny destiny⁠—especially at times like these when⁠—God love us all⁠—there is a column of casualties each day. The great thing to be thankful for is that I am alive and alive now, that I was alive yesterday, and even may be tomorrow. Surely that is thrilling enough. What, then, have I to complain of? I’m a lucky dog to be alive at all. My plight is bad, but there are others in a worse one. I’m going to be brave and fight on the side of Nietzsche. Who knows but that one day the dancing star may yet be born! + 