February 28.
TO-DAY when I walked over my sand and barrenness I felt Infinite Grief.
Everything is beyond me.
Nothing is mine.
My single friendship shines brightly before me, and is fascinating—and always just out of my reach.
I want the love and sympathy of human beings, and I repel human beings.
Yes, I repel human beings.
There is something about me that faintly and finely and unmistakably repels.
When my Happiness comes, shall I be able to have it? Shall I ever have anything?
This repellent power is not an outward quality. It is something that comes from deeply, deeply within. It is something that was there in the Be-
