Saturday 6th April
Today I feel good for nothing, from the reaction after the excitement of the ball last night and seeing Daisy. All the old feelings of last September have revived again as keenly, as vividly, as ever. The old wounds are all open and bleeding again and I can rest nowhere in my misery.
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I wonder who will one day long hence read and smile over these records of hopes and fears and thoughts and desires, when the fire has gone out and the ashes grown cold.
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