Monday, March 12, 2007

Wednesday 29th November 1933

Cold, hunger, loneliness and rotten confused thoughts. The agony of thought! Went to TocH as usual. What is there I can say about that? Nothing, except that I was less lonely for a short while. But I was unable to forget: each time the conversation wavered, I thought. Strange. Ironical. After all those years of unconscious search I should find her and then – “good-bye for the present”.

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