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Friday, March 27, 2020
This is the saddest spring I can remember. I take a walk every couple of days, and the magnolias, forsythia, daffodils, cherry and apple blossoms that have always brought a kind of life-excitement are blanketed by an all-eclipsing worry. I feel wrong, at odds with spring.
... is not as personal as it may appear. Life is a lonely business. My impulse is to hold out my hand to readers. By recording my life as clearly as I can (while retaining my reticences) I offer them my companionship, a kind of friendship."
"And what if ...
... all we can share is the vital desire to share, our only means of escape from solitude, from nothingness?"