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TODAY has been dreary and rain-sodden, without a ray of hope, like my approaching old age. Such strange ideas oppress me, such dark sensations, such vague questions seething in my brain-and somehow I have neither strength nor desire to resolve them. It's beyond me to make sense of it all!
We shall not see each other today. When we parted last night the sky was starting to cloud over and a mist was rising. I told her that today would be nasty; she made no reply, she was disinclined to force herself to speak; for her this day was both bright and fine, without a single cloud to dim her felicity.