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224 Saturday, August 11, 1928 Nice; Rhinebeck with "Louisa May Alcott's" house, and the bastard version; and Tivoli with F. Ferroe, Undertaker, —" and outher househole goods very cheep"; and the beer and cheese on the hill side; and supper in Fred's Diner with "Let's Call It A Day" — and the bluebird. I wonder what will happen. Things don't, can't keep on a level plane —. 225 [[strikethrough]] Sunday, August 12, 1928 [[/strikethrough]] May 6th 1934 Interrsting discussion about subjectivity & objectivity in art, particularly modern art today with Agnes Rindge, James Loeb and John, provoked by the modern art exhibit here. (Very splendid). I was silent — ignorance or trepidation. John frightens me. I don't say all I could:—. Too bad. I feel very poor mentally, never been put face to face with values before this year. I want so much to have stature of ideas, and the background to support them. I want to learn and learn, and to create further from my learning. How? If only someone would realize my ignorance and guide me, instead of presupposing so much & making me be ignorant underneath & lying on top. And what about John? I feel so terribly fond of him, and he is so very dear to me that I must keep myself from smothering whatever there is which exists between us. I don't know quite what it is — but I feel convinced there is something. I want to be with him. I am happy in his presence. He is in my thoughts so often. I keep wanting the articulation of a physical relationship — but I am sensible enough to
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