September 15, 1911
Long since I touched my diary--[I had] no thoughts. Why? Are there external causes? Why do I let myself be shaped from without?
I need to shape myself from within. Today I encountered a world of people. Chatted and listened. Everything is strange. Everything deranged.*
By Moyshe Varshe
Translated by Corbin Allardice
*- Literally, “everything is mad/crazy.” But the Yiddish rhymes meshune [strange] with meshuge [mad].