John St. John

1.32 THE EQUINOX . I read through this volume of the Record; and I dissolve my being into quintessential laughter. The entries are some of them so funny] . . . Pre- viously, this had escaped me. . And now the Rapture of it takes me! 1.25. The exquisite beauty of the women in the Restaurant 1127 1.30 3.17 11.15 138 . what John St. John would have called old hagsl . My soul is singing. . . my soul is singing! . It matters nothing what I do . . . everything goes infinitely, incredibly right ! “The Lord Adonai is about me as a Thunderbolt and as a Pylon and as a Serpent and as a Phallus.” . . . » Have had a long talk on Art with B . " The master considers himself always a student.” So, therefore, whatever one may have attained, in this as in Art, there is always so much more possible that one can never be satisfied Much less, then, satiatedl . Having gone back into the life of the world—yet a world transfiguredI—I did all my little work, my little amusements, all the things that one does, very quietly and beatifically. About 10.30 the rapture began to carry me away; yet I withstood it and went on with my game of Billiards, for politeness’ sake. And even there in the Café du Dome was the glory within me, and I therein; 50 that every time that I failed at a stroke and stood up and drank in that