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[[strikethrough]] THURSDAY, JULY 16, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
198th Day   168 Days to come
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I wondered the other day why hard work along a certain line makes you so much more aware & mature about other lines of study. It is a combination of having the kind of mind that links things up, & the fact that with accomplishment comes a satisfaction [[strikethrough]] with [[/strikethrough]] which relieves & frees you to think about other things. knowing one subject really well makes you apply it continually - & proves how similar every subject is. Mum has a theory that the [[strikethrough]] un [[/strikethrough]] enquiring & searching characteristics of man's mind are simply normal, & that [[strikethrough]] if a brain [[/strikethrough]] a brain needs actual physical food by being fed with knowledge. Imagination results from the starving of one's brain. (I [[strikethrough]] hear [[/strikethrough]] here continue), & insanity is the final diseased result. I started a theme that "life is the struggle between the will & the instincts. This struggle is what causes unnatural moves & thoughts" etc etc - but all these half-baked theories should either be thought out & written on the spot - or dropped!

[[strikethrough]] FRIDAY, JULY 17, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
199th Day   167 Days to come
May 14th

This season winds me around its little finger & makes me long for things I can't have. The consistency & sounds of the air are enough in themselves to make this Lily blossom. Sarah brought Stirling in to meet me last night - & even though I expected an ugly man I was appalled at his insignificant hard boiled short appearance until he talked. First he spoke of them openly & unselfishly - & then had me showing my drawings & zoo books before I knew it. He is so intense & sincere & vital that I immediately felt electrocuted - & understood everything Sarah has gone through. His judgement of my drawings was very quick & good - & he would be that way with anyone on any subject. They worship each other. These days I have a fatal way of indulging in orgies of words - which I take out to play with - & then can't line them up & put them back in order again to say what I want or mean what I say. Last weekend I drove Warneke & Priscilla out of this filthy city - after staying up till 5 a.m. with St. J. the night before, & rising at 8 to meet Alice Wolfe at the Brewers. As we drove we felt the

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Warneke; zoo books