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back of a professional actor. The conscientiousness of people!


A few days ago an excellent lecture by Davis Trietsch on colonization in Palestine.



25 May. Weak tempo, little blood.



27 May. Yesterday Whit Sunday, cold weather, a not very nice excursion with Max and Weltsch. In the evening, coffeehouse, Werfel gives me Besuch aus dem
Elysium [Visit to Elysium].


Part of Niklasstrasse and all the bridge turns around to look sentimentally at a dog who, loudly barking, is chasing an ambulance. Until suddenly the dog stops, turns
away and proves to be an ordinary, strange dog who meant nothing in particular by his pursuit of the vehicle.



1 June. Wrote nothing.



2 June. Wrote almost nothing.


Yesterday lecture on America by Dr. Soukup. (The Czechs to Nebraska, all officials in America are elected, everyone must belong to one of the three
partiesЧRepublican, Democratic, SocialistЧRoosevelt's election meeting, with his glass he threatened a farmer who had made an objection, street speakers who carry
a small box with them to serve as a platform.) Then spring festival, met Paul Kisch who talked about his dissertation, УHebrew and the Czechs.Ф



6 June. Thursday. Corpus Christi. Two horses in a race, how one lowers its head out of the race and shakes its mane vigorously, then raises its head and only now,
apparently feeling better, resumes the race which it has never really interrupted.


I have just read in Flaubert's letters: УMy novel is the cliff on which I are hanging, and I know nothing of what is going on in the worldФЧLike what I noted down about
myself on 9 May.


Without weight, without bones, without body, walked through the streets for two hours considering what I overcame this afternoon while writing.



7 June. Bad. Wrote nothing today. Tomorrow no time.



6 July. Monday. Began a little. Am a little sleepy. Also lost among these entirely strange people.