(1938)
Some time ago I wrote that I would read again ... but then the weather was definitely a tyrant and I could not put into practice my purpose.
But these pseudo-four days of rest, I want to start actually doing it. I pulled out from the library and I remembered when I leafed through page after page, for the first time it had a very special value for me. Leafed through it now, and you find all the underlines; steps that are likely to have another taste or me Another effect will now nuances that I could not grasp then, would perhaps be easier to understand. Maybe I'll understand if and how they are "grown up" me, from my way of receiving a book like this.
"Everything is free, this garden, this city and myself.
When it happens you know it, is the sick and everything begins to oscillate, here's Nausea."
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