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[[strikethrough]] THURSDAY, AUGUST 27, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
240th Day   126 Days to come

trip home would be the worst eclipse the sun has ever had to face, & it wouldn't be fair to deprive the world of its sunshine. Absence & unconsciousness & numbness & death all come under the same devastating title of nothingness, & anything is better than the vacuous - lukewarm - tepid dim bulb blankness of nothingness!

I had the nerve to write Wm. Delano because he is head of the Architect. Dept of the World's Fair, about my idea of having a model house - interior decorated - filled with paintings & sculpture - & surrounded by landscape gardening with more sculpture. This, if done by the best artists all coöperating & harmonizing in their modern contributions should give people (who are so at sea about buying & applying the things they like to modern houses) a concrete & personal conception of how to go about living with art, & no Gall or mus. would have the space or money [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] with which to teach this. I got an answer saying it would be brought up before the committee who decides about 

[[strikethrough]] FRIDAY, AUGUST 28, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
241st Day  St. Augustine  125 Days to come

suggestions sent in - [[strikethrough]] but [[/strikethrough]] of which hundreds are - so I have my doubts. K wrote me that he had been attracted superficially & because of the spring - to Bunty Erskine Crum - so I wrote back that we have to be realistic these days, as we are unable to see each other, which in itself is so unnatural that we should be natural in every way to make up for such a hunch backed distortion as [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] Mr Atlantic Ocean. I wouldn't have written that if I hadn't felt guilty of my own escapades, & if I hadn't [[strikethrough]] rene [[/strikethrough]] seen the big fat unattractive Crum girl! Besides - I want him to live & learn as long as his teacher won't steal him from me, & I think it was sweet of him to tell me all as it is like knowing a persons faults & liking him in spite of them. He noticed the ups & downs of my letters [[strikethrough]] & we - but these the [[/strikethrough]] & the blackness & whiteness of my checkerboard temper - [[strikethrough]] with many of parades [[/strikethrough]] that is too intense for me to overlook. Parades of lovely thoughts march through me with trumpets blaring

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