I’ve simply been too busy coping with the distractions of sudden wealth to write in my journal. It’s fortunate for New England asceticism that Henry Thoreau didn’t win big in the stock market while camping out at Walden Pond. Like me, Hank would probably be making countless expeditions with his f...
Can’t write much. Too distraught. She sent us out this morning under hats and behind sunglasses. Me to run errands for Madame Ruzicka. T.P. to Belleville for wardrobe fittings and consultations with Piroque, the director. When I returned, Sheeni was gone, as were her bags, her clothes, and her Fr...
God not listening as usual. Icy rain falling. Getting soaked through. No shelter. Teeth chattering. Spirits sinking. 2:30 A.M. Rain still falling. Fear onset of hypothermia. Will this night of hell never end? 4:45 A.M. Starting to thaw. Forced to abandon grape arbor. Found laundromat open 24 hour...