No. 37 of November 10, 2014
"Black man! You are a preservation guest. This is a glory for a long time about you." I am furious, furious, and my cane flies directly to his face, to the nose .... . . . . . . . . . . . . ... a month has died, the dawn turns blue in the window. Oh, night! What are you, night, subserbing? I'm standing in the cylinder. There is no one with me. I am alone ... and a broken mirror ... November 14, 1925