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[[strikethrough]] MONDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 314th Day 52 Days to come Aug 10th-12 cont Darling mum arrived to rescue me from the professional & dutiful spirit I had been divided between. She brought the sweetest pigmy roses I have ever seen - & only she would have understood my appreciation when [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] I said they were [[strikethrough]] like [[/strikethrough]] as lovely as newborn [[strikethrough]] white [[/strikethrough]] pink mice - so transparent & [[strikethrough]] complicated [[/strikethrough]] simple & yet so profoundly well thought out within their minute areas. I showed her my ribbon of land, which looks as if someone nice had carefully [[strikethrough]] chosen the right [[/strikethrough]] hand picked a few rocks & trees, a bunch of moss, two little springs, a [[strikethrough]] little [[/strikethrough]] hill & a dale - [[strikethrough]] & [[/strikethrough]] in fact a sample of everything lovely that speak the same language & give continual variety - just for me. I might even own a deer or two! At least every bug & [[strikethrough]] mouse & [[/strikethrough]] bird & bunny are [[strikethrough]] me [[/strikethrough]] all mine, & I won't even have to build a fence to keep them, for they will love it enough to stay of their own accords. Fancy building a fence "to hold in bugs & birds! [[strikethrough]] We talked [[/strikethrough]] Mum told me a lot about Daddy - that he hated to bluff - that he was a real explorer, & when I asked his faults she thought a long time & finally gave up, being unable to find any! [[strikethrough]] TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 315th Day Martin Luther - Born 1843 51 Days to come cont Im so relieved to be in a place where I can take [[strikethrough]] eve [[/strikethrough]] things for granted - & those things consist of luxury - real live water, someone to wash dishes, make beds etc. I feel wonderfully viceless, [[strikethrough] wit [[/strikethrough]] having had to weed out [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] what seemed to be the indispensible coffee & cigarettes & wine & food that worm themselves unawares into each day. [[strikethrough]] When Kim called up I [[/strikethrough]] Viceless - but hardly voiceless - & I fear my [[strikethrough]] greatest [[/strikethrough]] most vicious vice is my voice. I feel purged of stale thoughts, theories, actions, & stale habits. [[strikethrough]] Kim called [[/strikethrough]] So many [[strikethrough]] personalities & [[/strikethrough]] new thoughts & theories & personalities have been leaping up in my mind ever since my fleever leapt down that I have been gallopping through each day, but I fear the end of this ride is probably a large depressed area. I sleep each P.M. because it is such fun to dream the clear shallow dreams of daytime - which graze every emotion without ever breaking the skin - & yet are so convincing that I wake myself up crying or laughing, [[strikethrough]] & the [[/strikethrough]]
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