Lipton’s Journal/February 14, 1955/577
My nose has stopped running. Why? I knew this was not a cold. But has it stopped running because the S is complacent, not punishing, because it knows that I am merely putting down in crude ideas vast thoughts which therefore will endanger it not at all so that in a few days when I reread this I’ll think, “Oh, My God,” (Oh, Society, please forgive me for such nonsense.) Or is it because I am happy, because my lerve is finally flowing again.