Yesterday, April 5, I spent the afternoon in a little woods near Trappes, thinking of revenge, an inexhaustible theme. — Not to take revenge poisons the soul as much as, if not more, than to avenge.
Has one the right not to take revenge?
Concert for the birthday (fifty years) of O. Messiaen. I found myself behind the musician, but I could see him in profile. He listened religiously: his works were truly a universe — for him alone. I listened elsewhere; and I thought that each is enclosed in his own world, and what one does is nothing for the other. We exist only for our enemies — and for a few friends who do not love us.