Life has bee for me a phantomshow in whibsp;there are but two realities—you and my love for you.
All el is misty shadow of illusion，vain fretting most valueless.I exist as I am reflected in you.I bsp;only endure mylf when I e my image in your eyes—in their gray pool does this Narcissuse himlf，and admire，and feel so proud to be there.
“It’s a long，long way to Tipperary” and tless aeons before my birthday when I shall again feel your soft warm lips on mine.
I could shake the skies with my fruitlesscries，gnash my sharp（acc to you）teeth with my rage at fate—but what’s the u？ Time will pass however slowly，and again I shall hold you in my arms，o dear one，o most adorable of all women.A long kiss！ Good night.
Friday，October 9，1914
Have worked pretty hard today.Baker gave us babsp;the stories he wished us to adapt this m and requested us to write a sariowhibsp;we must hand in before we start on the play itlf.I started right in and have written about a thousand words of mine already.
Baker has iedso many “don’t”into the work that it is fraughtwith difficulty to say the least.He lit into some of the stories for fair，rather unjustly，I thought，in some cas.
Life has bee for me a phantomshow in whibsp;there are but two realities—you and my love for you.
All el is misty shadow of illusion，vain fretting most valueless.I exist as I am reflected in you.I bsp;only endure mylf when I e my image in your eyes—in their gray pool does this Narcissuse himlf，and admire，and feel so proud to be there.
“It’s a long，long way to Tipperary” and tless aeons before my birthday when I shall again feel your soft warm lips on mine.
I could shake the skies with my fruitlesscries，gnash my sharp（acc to you）teeth with my rage at fate—but what’s the u？ Time will pass however slowly，and again I shall hold you in my arms，o dear one，o most adorable of all women.A long kiss！ Good night.