September 3, 1911

There are times when I live entirely without self-consciousness, times when I live all but without mind. I vegetate. I listen to myself, and outside of a weak feeling of nausea, there is nothing. I am almost well.*

There is much work that I must do.

This is a dangerous time for me. Sisyphus’ stone rolls downhill.

By Moyshe Varshe

Translated by Corbin Allardice

*- Or, “that is almost good for/by me.”