I am not in the least settled down to anything yet. The journal—I have absolutely given up. I dare not keep a journal. I should always be longing to tell the truth. As a matter of fact, I dare not tell the truth—I feel I must not. The only way to exist is to go on—and try and lose oneself—to get as far as possible away from this moment. Once I can do that all will be well. So it's stories or nothing. I expect I shall kick off soon—perhaps to-day, who knows? In the meantime I peg away too, in my fashion.