August 30, 1932 You are testing my courage to the full, like a torturer. How to extricate myself from this nightmare? I have only one source of strength (humanly, I have no strength), I have only writing, and it is this which I am doing now with a desperation you can never conceive of— I am writing against myself, against what you call my imperfections, against the woman, against my humaneness, against the continents which are giving way. — Anaïs Nin to Henry Miller













