1.32
THE EQUINOX
. I read through this volume of the Record;
and I
dissolve my being into quintessential laughter.
The entries are some of them so funny]
.
.
. Pre-
viously, this had escaped me.
. And now the Rapture of it takes me!
1.25. The exquisite beauty of the women in the Restaurant
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1.30
3.17
11.15
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. what John St. John would have called old hagsl
. My soul is singing.
.
. my soul is singing!
. It matters nothing what I do
.
.
. everything goes
infinitely, incredibly right
!
“The Lord Adonai is about me as a Thunderbolt and
as a Pylon and as a Serpent and as a Phallus.”
.
.
.
» Have had a long talk on Art with B
.
" The master considers himself always a student.”
So, therefore, whatever one may have attained, in this
as in Art, there is always so much more possible that
one can never be satisfied
Much less, then, satiatedl
. Having gone back into the life of the world—yet
a world transfiguredI—I did all my little work, my
little amusements, all the things that one does, very
quietly and beatifically.
About 10.30 the rapture began to carry me away; yet
I withstood it and went on with my game of Billiards,
for politeness’ sake.
And even there in the Café du Dome was the glory
within me, and I therein;
50 that every time that
I failed at a stroke and stood up and drank in that