YESTERDAY one comes to my door the papers in his hand I must go to the bankers all the usual forms every common chance to lie will be given me and so many depend on how I am believed no way to avoid disturbance as I tell you this I purchased a year I pulled copies from a machine first the hurry then filling my mouth with fruit closing my eyes buried in the late distant empire though mistaken in what I thought would happen we must come together for a meal and talk about the strain of helping those with too much and now it's back to having my own life someone to love many to love world of excited conversation cut short moon broke through his beams were tragic am I believed or only half believed