reason so obvious to me that I am as I am - nothing of that written down – nor of what I might be – I know I might
be – if only. I understand how
to be almost any kind of a woman I’d like to be – only for one
thing. I understand all the little feminine charms and graces – but
nobody knows it – because I exercise so few of them - I suppose
people in general — even my own people – think this is all I might
be – this tame insipid creature that my journal makes of me - I
wonder if everyone has a secret life of his own – so different from
what he shows to the world – oh, the masks – the masks of faces every-
where – what do they conceal – I'm glad I don’t know – perhaps I’d
like to get behind one or two of them - yes, I know I should but not
many. Some day perhaps all our souls will know each other, and
meanwhile we shall be writing silly journals to the affect that
“Arno & Meta are teaching me to play golf” – On Friday I took
Mary to see a funny melodrama at
Baker’s &
reason so obvious to me that I am as I am - nothing of that written down – nor of what I might be – I know I might
be – if only. I understand how
to be almost any kind of a woman I’d like to be – only for one
thing. I understand all the little feminine charms and graces – but
nobody knows it – because I exercise so few of them - I suppose
people in general — even my own people – think this is all I might
be – this tame insipid creature that my journal makes of me - I
wonder if everyone has a secret life of his own – so different from
what he shows to the world – oh, the masks – the masks of faces every-
where – what do they conceal – I'm glad I don’t know – perhaps I’d
like to get behind one or two of them - yes, I know I should but not
many. Some day perhaps all our souls will know each other, and
meanwhile we shall be writing silly journals to the affect that
“Arno & Meta are teaching me to play golf” – On Friday I took
Mary to see a funny melodrama at
Baker’s &
reason so obvious to me that I am as I am - nothing of that written down – nor of what I might be – I know I might
be – if only. I understand how
to be almost any kind of a woman I’d like to be – only for one
thing. I understand all the little feminine charms and graces – but
nobody knows it – because I exercise so few of them - I suppose
people in general — even my own people – think this is all I might
be – this tame insipid creature that my journal makes of me - I
wonder if everyone has a secret life of his own – so different from
what he shows to the world – oh, the masks – the masks of faces every-
where – what do they conceal – I'm glad I don’t know – perhaps I’d
like to get behind one or two of them - yes, I know I should but not
many. Some day perhaps all our souls will know each other, and
meanwhile we shall be writing silly journals to the affect that
“Arno & Meta are teaching me to play golf” – On Friday I took
Mary to see a funny melodrama at
Baker’s &
