Another dream a few days ago. I was coming up Garfield Avenue in Salem Ohio, in company with young lovers, and two small children, a boy & a girl...
A dream I had sometime in January. It was an evening in autumn. A damp wind, forerunner of a rainstorm, blew out of the East. I was outdoors...
"...a belching torrent of yellow water – at falls a cool breeze comes up from the looming spray –..."
A dream: I had been invited to an unusual party. The guest had been picked from all walks of life, all professions (legitimate or otherwise for there was a notorious gangster present)...
Now, in a lesser way, I find myself in Sibelius’ position in his later years – Surrounded by fame he could not work out a formula to combat it.
Last night a dream – I was helping Frances get on a bus which was to take her to Cleveland...
I feel the need of getting away to some secret place to think about God;
If there is a God —
A dream last night – I was a half-grown boy going to school, a school that was a strange mixture of the Gardenville School and the Fourth St. School at Salem, Ohio...
It seems to me that I have entered upon a new period in my life—
The night before – a dream of a village east of Buffalo, like a remembrance out of my childhood – strange interesting house, and gnarled cedars...