Wednesday, September 2, 1981


I went into Easterby to change my jeans (the first pair faulty, the second too small) and also to go to the library. I also photocopied eight double page spreads from Picasso and Braque, and this done, sat reading Nietzsche for much of the day. I read A Reader carefully, slowly, puzzled by the contradictions, sometimes quite amused by the immodesty. Met Dad and came home in the car.

I'm feeling good about school, but it’ll all be just the same; optimism at home, then boredom once I'm back at school, filled with feelings of self-indulgent regret.

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