10.Sept.99
BrainScan.
Today I was in room neighbor to that one, in "Clinic". And today I was in another clinic. And they made me encephalogram.
There was (another) old woman and (another) girl.
Girl touched my hair with her fingers and leaned by her body against my shoulder, (I sat in chair near the apparatus). She was a good girl, (a bit high, (nearly high as I am), but lonely).
(When anybody says: "I know a good girl, he means "I know a lonely girl".)
She read Lev Tolstoy when she finished with procedure. It means either she is fond of Earl Tolstoy either she is at school yet.
Old woman was cool. One says there are a plenty of good girls, and I say there are few human creatures, (and dogs too), with whom you can be chummy. Towards this old woman I felt a real chumminess. She ingratiated my confidence and talking with her I began to respect myself.
Age deceives our feelings. There are crones and there are crony people, and age has nothing to do with it.
Another tripe: if I had more health today I would make ambush near that room and would try to make acquaintance with that young pretty girl who read Tolstoy on her job, sitting with a good pose, and who touched my hair with her slender fingers, (scent of her presence still with me, - probably it stayed after special water on suckers of encephalogram apparatus).