Part 13 (2/2)

And I was hungry, and I ate too much! That made me wild, of course, and I flung all my apples away into the woods. May they feed new squirrels!

June 26th.

I get up every morning like--like the sun! I overflow with laughter--nothing frightens me now. I never knew what was the matter with me before--it was simply that I could not fight as I chose. If ever I go back again to have my soul pent up in the cities of men!

I am full of it--full of it! I grapple with it all the day, I can not get enough of it. I do crazy things.

And the harder it is the faster I go! This thing has been my torturing--it has made me fight and live. That is really the truth.

And I am coming to the end--really to the end!

June 27th.

A rainy day! And no gla.s.s in my house--only a board cover to the window. I made myself a nest on the sheltered side.

Nearer! Nearer!

June 29th.

Wandering through the woods dreaming of a banquet-hall.--The guests are witty.

I have put into the mouths of the guests all that the world has said to me, since first I went poetical.

June 30th.

To-day I got a big stock of things to eat. I count my time not by days, but by loaves of bread and dozens of hard-boiled eggs.

--This book goes out into the world, not to be judged, but to judge!

July 1st.

You do not hear much from a man in a battle, just now and then a cry.

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