Status Updates From Diaries and Selected Letters

And so, here are my notes. I suggest that the best thing to do when you've read them is to throw them in the fire. The stove has already been lit by my beloved publishers. What I like about the stove is the fact that it accepts everything, consuming with equal willingness laundry receipts, unfinished letters, and even, shame upon shame, poems!

Trotsky has been eaten up, and that's an end to it.
Joke:
"How are you, Lev Davydovich?"
"Don't know; haven't seen today's newspapers yet."

I'm going to start studying from now on. My voice may sometimes trouble me, but it cannot be anything other than prophetic. Quite impossible. And I cannot be anything other than a writer.
Let's wait and see, learn and be silent.