Chapter 15 1901

Couverville, 6th of July Last night I had this dream: We are all in Kuwerville, Edward once asked me what I would like to be the most, he said: "What I want to do most--be an actor--yes, the first choice is to be an actor;--if it doesn't work, then: become blind." Edward reminded me of what I said (I actually remember it quite well). At this moment, Madeleine made it clear that wishing for bad luck is a senseless and frivolous idea, and she went on and on about it... I interrupted her abruptly, shouting: "Are you going to turn me into one? You don't know that some fruits can only be tasted by soaking in vinegar." After saying that, I woke up with my heart pounding.

A sense of psychological mystery.Incomprehensible beings.The body is more mysterious than the mind—behind a façade of indifference. Never know how far the same does not wait. People are actually much simpler than imagined. habits among them. "Ah! How am I not one of you." In this poem of Virgil, no one reads the passion that I will read. I write this so that I can maintain a sense of normalcy when these two children play with each other.