JANUARY 1901 |
13 | I of womankind and of nineteen years |
14 | I have in me the germs of intense life |
15 | So then, yes. I find myself at this stage of womankind |
16 | I feel about forty years old |
17 | As I have said, I want Fame |
18 | And meanwhile—as I wait—my mind occupies itself |
19 | I come from a long line of Scotch and Canadian |
20 | I have said that I am alone. I am not quite |
21 | Happiness, don’t you know, is of three kinds |
22 | It is night. I might well be in my bed |
23 | I have eaten my dinner. I have had, among other things |
24 | I am charmingly original |
25 | I can remember a time long, oh, very long ago |
26 | I sit at my window and look out upon |
27 | This is not a diary. It is a Portrayal |
28 | I am an artist of the most artistic, the highest type |
29 | As I read over now and then what I have written |
30 | An idle brain is the Devil’s workshop, they say |
31 | To-day as I walked out I was impressed deeply |
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FEBRUARY |
1 | Oh, the wretched bitter loneliness of me! |
2 | I have been looking over the confessions of the Bashkirtseff |
3 | The town of Butte presents a wonderful field |
4 | Always I wonder, when I die will there be any one |
7 | In this house where I drag out my accursed |
8 | Often I walk out to a place on the flat valley |
12 | I am in no small degree, I find, a sham |
13 | So then … I find that I am quite, quite odd |
17 | To-day I walked over the hill where |
20 | At times when I walk among the natural things |
22 | Life is a pitiful thing |
23 | I stand in the midst of my sand and barrenness |
25 | Mary MacLane—what are you, you forlorn |
28 | To-day when I walked over my sand and barrenness |
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MARCH |
2 | Often in the early morning I leave my bed |
5 | Sometimes I am seized with nearer, vivider |
8 | There are several things in the world for which I |
9 | It is astonishing to me how very many contemptible |
10 | My genius is an element by itself |
11 | Sometimes when I go out on the barrenness |
12 | Everything is so dreary—so dreary |
13 | If it were pain alone that one must bear |
14 | I have been placed in this world with eyes to see | The Story of Mary MacLane