August 22 I do not conceal from myself that there there is a mixture of journalism and metaphysics in all that I do. To live is to compose. Every man who does not die of hunger is suspect.
Monthly Archives: August 1958
1958-08-08
August 8 I agree to be the last man, if to be a man is to be like the others. I hung on the wall an old engraving depicting the hanging of the Armagnac partisans, looking at which partakes of sniggers and hilarity. It’s a spectacle with which I cannot manage to be sated. As …