Diary Entry - July 14th

Very unproductive day:

began insidiously - the trouble:

a few rowdy questions

about the meaning of life,

and why write poetry, etc.

Should have gone out, there

and then, hunting, perhaps, miles

away from it, the trouble, I mean.

Was soon stormed

by a rabble of doubts,

making absurd demands.

No use reading Pascal:

you had to be a betting man

to get peace of mind.

Too late to extricate myself;

indecisiveness prevented me

from doing anything decisive

the rest of the day except

thinking about writing about

writing "rien" in my diary

like old Louis xvi,

while I still had my head.

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