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[[strikethrough]] TUESDAY, JUNE 2, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
154th Day   Tuesday in Whitsun Week  212 Days to come

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I don't live on romance now the way I used to, & consequently am harder to thrill, though I was deeply interested & happy tonight. [[strikethrough]] Stewart asked me [[/strikethrough]] Everyone asked me about the Olympics, & I felt like a very dull news reel. I feel dull tonight, & unlike writing - but have been working in the a.m. at Warnekes, & feel just like it these days. I put myself to sleep thinking about K each night, but I don't [[strikethrough]] worry about it all day [[/strikethrough]] miss him in the day.

Stewart thought my drawing of the Chinese girl was flat & uninteresting, & is going to show me how to do people - & we are going to the zoo together soon. He loved the chamois drawing, & the one of Frau Falch he thought interesting but undeveloped, as I know all my people are. I adore the Stewarts, & admire & like him more & more. [[strikethrough]] & [[/strikethrough]] Manship's serious [[strikethrough]] thinking & enquiring [[/strikethrough]] & experienced thoughts, & enquiring young mind are always a wonder & a rejuvenating power. How I long to be one of them, & live inside the mind of art, whatever that means - Goodnight!


[[strikethrough]] WEDNESDAY, JUNE 3, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
155th Day   Ember Day Confederate Memorial Day (Tenn.)  211 Days to come
April 11th

Here I want to quote a letter written by the Phylosopher Santayana upon recieving one from William Lyon Phelps - the Yale Prof. who wrote S. some questions about his new novel "The Last Puritan" which everyone is reading now. Phelps sent this in a letter to Helen Wills Moody who in turn sent it to Paul, & I was amused at how neatly it expressed K's & my views on religion as opposed to Johns. Santayana is an American-Spaniard who taught phylosophy at Harvard for years, & was much loved & followed. He made his last lecture up there (before retiring to Rome for his old age) on a warm spring evening, & in the middle of a sentence he suddenly stopped pacing the floor [[strikethrough]] & went over to look out of the window. He saw a [[/strikethrough]] as he caught [[strikethrough]] sight of a lilac [[/strikethrough]] sight of a lilac bush out of the window. He walked over to look out on the moonlight scene, & finally said "I am sorry to say, dear friends, that you will never hear the end of that sentence, for I have an appointment with April." With that he went out and was never seen again at Harvard. The next two pages quote him. I imagine the "Last Puritan" is interesting, but as Mum says he is a phylosopher & probably not a  novelist.