1:04:39
The summer has vanished
in a fever of work.
1:04:42
And now the mistral is blowing.
1:04:44
Always the wind, restless and unceasing.
1:04:48
Sweeping among the dead leaves
in a rage...
1:04:52
so that I'm forced to remain indoors.
1:04:55
Now and then,
when the storm inside me gets too loud...
1:04:59
I take a glass too much to distract me.
1:05:09
I must watch out for my nerves.
I'm getting haggard, I know.
1:05:13
If I go on this way...
1:05:15
some day or other there may be a crisis.
1:05:19
Yet I can't stop.
1:05:24
Sometimes I work on into the night.
1:05:27
And I'm hardly conscious
of myself anymore...
1:05:30
and the pictures come to me
as in a dream, with a terrible lucidity.