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Saturday, March 10, 1928

ends. And each time there was a new incidence she remembered the emptiness and loneliness which would inevitably follow, and tried either to prevent the experience in the inevitable consequence. Each time she failed. No one knew.
 Once someone talked about Death as final.
Perhaps that was why Pierette never feared Death. Death seemed to her to be the same as not being born. If it were the end, really the end, there could be no pain.
Pierette stopped laughing in the sky. Her cool, smooth forhead wrinkled into small, delicate lines. Her deep eyes looked far, far out over the wide exposure of sparkling blue, out to that immeserable place where sea and sky meet. Once more there had been the termination of an incident. As always she wanted it to go on--more this time than ever. Pierot had gone away. Somewhere else. He said he would come back to this somewhere in six or seven years. But Pierette knew that could not relive all those glad hours she and Pierot had lived. She knew that in six or seven years or in six or seven hundred years there would never be a night like the misty night into which they had escaped hand in hand.  Misty night--strange in its gray grab.[[garb??]] Misty night with lonely trees.  Never again would they laugh as they had.  Never again would she feel with him as


Sunday, March 11, 1928

she felt when they smiled into eachothers hearts.  She loved Pierot.  She knew she loved Pinot because she had taken him up on this high hill.  Her hill, her soul.  Pierot had been different from the others she had known.  And Pierotte loved Pierot.
   All her life, everything she knew had been in climaxes and drops.  Everything she had known had ended, and everything she longed to go on.  She had never been content with anything in itself--nothing had seemed complete.
   Idly she reached for the little pebble, and carelessly she threw it down into the sea.  With the speed that it gained with the height it fell into the water, and large circles radiated from the momentary hole it made.  Vaguely Pierette saw them from the high hill