top-heavy puffs. Never have I seen such agonizingly beautiful effects, (unless in Chinese and Japanese paintings)
     To prepare myself for the shoveling, I put on my heaviest leather boots. I have not worn them for a long time, and they gave me a thrill just to feel them; and there surged through my mind memories of painting in raw weather out in wild country, or at the Harbor, and vistas of possible trips I could make this winter and next spring.
     It was great sport shoveling- the snow was so light that it was no effort to swing great shovelfuls of it to one side - it could be done with one continuous motion. The air was electric (thermometer at 20) and life seemed again suddenly brave and worthwhile.
                                                                      January 21, 1938-
     You fool! Live one day at a time!
     Maybe you or some loved one will be sick tomorrow; maybe someone will come to interrupt you the day after; maybe you will die tonight; but you’ve got today live it!
                                                             January 22, 1938 Saturday-
     The most pernicious bore of all is that writer on music who fancies he has achieved originality by