March 17.
IN SOME rare between-whiles it is as if nothing mattered. My heart aches, I say; my soul wanders; this person or that person was repelled to-day; but nothing matters.
A great inner languor comes like a giant and lays hold of me. I lie fallow beneath it.
Some one forgot me in the giving of things. But it does not matter. I feel nothing.
Persons say to me, don't analyze any more and you will not be unhappy.
When Something throws heavy clubs at you and you are hit by them, don't be hurt. When Something stronger than you holds your hands in the fire, don't let it burn you. When Something pushes you into a river of ice, don't be cold. When something draws a cutting lash across your naked shoul-
