The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume 3: 1939-1944
Anaïs Nin
Language: English
Pages: 257
ISBN: B009PCMJ6M
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Nin's years of struggle and final triumph as an author in America. "Transcending mere self-revelation... the diary examines human personality with a depth and understanding seldom surpassed since Proust...dream and fact are balanced and...in their joining lie the elements of masterpiece" (Washington Post). Edited and with a Preface by Gunther Stuhlmann; Index.
experiences: fear, doubts, anxiety, dependence, weakness in certain realms, inadequacy, incompleteness. A certain relationship can remove the fear, calm anxiety, supply a certain completion, replace a loss, fulfill an organic insufficiency, lull an insecurity, supply a substitute love. But it may not be the love one would want if free of all these negativities. A negative element dictates the choice, much as a climbing plant seeks a wall to rest on, and prevents a positive choice. Gonzalo
told me he had all my books already, signed editions?" "He lost his copy of Black Spring." "Who should I dedicate it to?" said Henry innocently. "Just say to a good friend, and sign your name." Henry said, "He must be real." A few weeks later Henry needed a copy of Black Spring and none could be found. He decided to borrow the collector's copy. He went to the office. The secretary told him to wait. Henry began to look over the books in the bookcase. He saw a copy of Black Spring. He pulled
inner skin which was more sensitive than the skin of the thighs. The skin of her eyelids was invaded with a reddish sunset light. It was as if the skin cells had carried red wine, first to her eyes, and then through her neck down to her breasts. The tips of the breasts acknowledged the current of warmth. It could not be a man's hand. It must be silk, a feather, the hair of a soft animal like a rabbit. How slowly it worked its way upward, as if knowing it must wait for all the little cells to
must find something that you love to do to deliver you of this guilt for not acting in the world." Gonzalo admitted a relation between this seeking of death and his guilt at not working. This was great progress as he always repudiated all connection between suffering and guilt. When he admitted that Marxism could not help an already formed character, he asked me what could. I showed him that there was a developing interest in psychiatry in Russia. It could not be totally rejected. At first he
has old lanterns at the corners. It has trees, interesting, odd-shaped windows, and an atmosphere of other countries. Noguchi took me to his house in his sports car. The enormous sculptures he makes were not there, but I saw a large table filled with miniature replicas of his work, models two or three inches high. Placed all together like this they made a city of the future, a new world, a universe of forms I did not at first perceive. When I came home I happened to be looking up some