25th April – She is wearing rags and feathers, From Salvation Army counters.

I could only find one serious review, I tell her, and I read from that. The reviewer calls it ‘borderline imbecilic,’ with chapters on shopping, picnics, and T-shirts, which he says are delivered with a sense of shame.

9th April – Who will tie it up with a ribbon, And put it in a box for me?

Now I find myself in a genuine predicament. I really cannot choose between suicide and arson.