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[[strikethrough]] MONDAY, AUGUST 31, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
244th Day  122 Days to come
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no one can change a soul, for if I changed him I would have to put on black & mourn someone I used to know. [[strikethrough]] I wish he had [[/strikethrough]] If the water around Scotland dries up & he becomes a millionaire perhaps we will see each other soon, but I'm afraid we might as well make a date on the highest peak of the moon. I wish he had more imagination & humour - [[strikethrough]] but only as [[/strikethrough]] except if he had more [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] imagination he wouldn't have all the clear steady qualities I love & need - & his lack of humour is more frightening than ridiculous. [[strikethrough]] He [[/strikethrough]] It is always frightening when someone loves you intensely without humour - & only experienced lovers can develop it with the person they love. St J has [[strikethrough]] a glorious se [[/strikethrough]] it to a glorious degree, but it took him ten years! Nat has a huge new job - being one of the 3 Stage Designers of the Music Hall at Radio City, with the other two jealous of her! She got it through her Julliard success & her father, & I only hope she can manage it in spite of her lack of training. Isn't it swell & admirable!

[[strikethrough]] TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
245th Day  121 Days to come
June 7th

I am laying away the day in bed in Syosset - after a long but still inadequate sleep. It is on these restful idle days when I have slept myself into an unawakable stupor, and am still not rested enough, that I begin to worry about the intangible consistancy of my accomplishments, which are still in the spore form of 'such things as dreams are made on. I read reviews of autobiographies & creations in the book world of the Times, & reading of other peoples successes always reminds [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] me of all I've got to do in such a short time. It isn't that I believe in careers & fame regardless of its root, but I can't bear to see anyone's [[strikethrough]] power [[/strikethrough]] individual power wasted. I like to see it coördinated into a consistant well-ordered team of horses who can plow together along any furrow they are best fitted to. Everyone has a furrow of his own - whether it be turning out the best corsets & underwear, or knitting or having children, or being a critic or creator, or acting in the movies just because he is vain & good looking - & [[strikethrough]] 50% 75% [[/strikethrough]] 50% never find their furrow so they are unable to coördinate