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P.M. |
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No bathing—painted most of the
day, than at 4:30 started opium. No appreciable
effects except a wonderful, luminous ruby red
outlined in black, the line of black against the red
soft though distinct. A black line also passed
through the centre of the body of red. |
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10:00 |
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My thoughts passed to Del
Moral, a handsome Porte Rican boy, an admirer when I
was in the teens. He spoke but little Spanish, I no
Spanish, yet we passed a couple of hours together
almost in silence. The turn of a hand, the use of a
handkerchief, the elevation of an eyebrow of vast
import: the slight turn of a foot a poem. Is this
lost as one gets older? There must be mental
stimulus or contact of bodies to keep two people
interested. The former is called "calf love", but I
am wondering if much has not been lost by being
unable to take so keen a delight in watching bodily
play.
Many fleeting pictures, and I
am wondering if the painting of the walls does not
cause these. There was one very quick flash in which
a fox took the place of Lea [Leah Hirsig].
I found this amusing—it should have been a "monkey"! |