Am I, he said, with the diarist's unctuous, egotistic preoccupation with his own blasted psychological reactions to his own trivial affairs, callous and nasty?
--- to Trevor Hughes
February 1933
*lol* Now, isn't that a perfect illustration of LJ? Aw, Dylan, I heart thee.
Nothing really happened today. But I forgot to say
pix added to the birthday post.