July 14
… It would take too long and I am too tired to write out all the varying phases of this day’s life—all its impressions and petty miseries chasing one another across my consciousness or leapfrogging over my chest like gleeful fiends.
July 14
… It would take too long and I am too tired to write out all the varying phases of this day’s life—all its impressions and petty miseries chasing one another across my consciousness or leapfrogging over my chest like gleeful fiends.