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[[strikethrough]] MONDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 356th Day St. Thomas - First Day of Winter Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock 1620 10 Days to come cont. unselfconscious through their disinterested occupation, & so self respecting through their accomplishments & the bigness of their aims. I like & admire that section of humanity above all others - except a few good artists. Their experiments were fascinating, & quite clear & understandably displayed if one took a grain of effort. Oh hell its 1.A.M. - danger line for pens. Yesterday I transplanted studio - carrying by hand everything ([[strikethrough]] stat[[strikethrough]] from statues to pen points) [[strikethrough]] from [[/strikethrough]] down 3 flights of stairs from my old studio, in the car, to the new appartment, & up 5 flights! All this I owe to my skiing career, this colossal strength for carving & carrying which I am almost as ashamed of as I find it convenient - even indispensible for a sculptress. I find that chopping wood or stone is banned in all appartments, & right opposite me lives a musician who strums scales all day, so if I turn on the radio [[strikethrough]] well [[/strikethrough]] while I chop & he strums, Dorothy Draper below will find it as hard to trace & upbraid the sources of din as she will to climb the five flights. My neighbour [[strikethrough]] TUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 357th Day 9 Days to come cont. must be either a great musician or a full-fledged pansy, & I can't wait to find out which. I should enjoy a musician, or even a pansy - for they are much better company than [[strikethrough]] cave men [[strikethrough]] the strong silent caveman. Auntie Pamela's son I don't like because he is a [[strikethrough]] soft weak [[/strikethrough]] big soft caveman on the outside & a pansy inside - in fact all around he is a clumsy pansy. Jay said his aunt is horrified by the head, so his mother will be too. Apparently families want smiling boys, & boys want to look grave & deep - but [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] I carefully avoided that Cheshire grin of his & hope for the best. St J. says I should be painted by Van Gogh or Renoir - & Frank Crowningshield [[Crowninshield]] says he wants to paint me because he likes unusual types! He [[strikethrough]] told [[/strikethrough]] wanted a chance to talk with him in Stockbridge & remind him how he had helped me find art classes, but Sarah pigheadedly took him away. She said he told her I [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] am a fascinator, & that I have something no one else has - so she partly made up for her selfishness!