Monday 8th January 1934

Nothing strange happened. It doesn’t nowadays. Life is dull, like the little headache I have at this moment. I like the vivid, dancing days. Made an “ideal idea” tonight. (Another word for resolution, only I am ashamed to call it that). Here it is: I will learn as much about “nerves” as possible. Why? (1) It is the disease of 1934. (2) I am already deeply interested in nerves – a branch of psychology. (3) Perhaps the knowledge could be turned into cash later. (4) But in my case, knowledge is Power. That is my idea.