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Tomorrow
.
I
must
act
now
.
I
started
today
really
.
I
’
ve
called
him
Ferdinand
(
not
Cali
-
ban
)
three
times
,
and
complimented
him
on
a
horrid
new
tie
.
I
’
ve
smiled
at
him
,
I
’
ve
dutifully
tried
to
look
as
if
I
like
everything
about
him
.
He
certainly
hasn
’
t
given
any
sign
of
having
noticed
it
.
But
he
won
’
t
know
what
’
s
hit
him
tomorrow
.
I
can
’
t
sleep
.
I
’
ve
got
up
again
and
put
on
G
.
P
.
’
s
clavichord
record
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
been
listening
to
it
,
too
,
and
thinking
of
me
.
The
Invention
I
like
best
is
the
one
after
the
one
he
loves
best
—
he
loves
the
fifth
,
and
I
the
sixth
.
So
we
lie
side
by
side
in
Bach
.
I
always
used
to
think
Bach
was
a
bore
.
Now
he
overwhelms
me
,
he
is
so
human
,
so
full
of
moods
and
gentleness
and
wonderful
tunes
and
things
so
simple
-
deep
I
play
them
over
and
over
again
as
once
I
used
to
copy
drawings
I
liked
.
I
think
,
perhaps
I
’
ll
just
try
putting
my
arms
round
him
and
kissing
him
.
No
more
.
But
he
’
d
grow
to
like
that
.
It
would
drag
on
.
It
’
s
got
to
be
a
shock
.
All
this
business
,
it
’
s
bound
up
with
my
bossy
attitude
to
life
.
I
’
ve
always
known
where
I
’
m
going
,
how
I
want
things
to
happen
.
And
they
have
happened
as
I
have
wanted
,
and
I
have
taken
it
for
granted
that
they
have
because
I
know
where
I
’
m
going
.
But
I
have
been
lucky
in
all
sorts
of
things
.
I
’
ve
always
tried
to
happen
to
life
;
but
it
’
s
time
I
let
life
happen
to
me
.
November
30th
Oh
,
God
.
I
’
ve
done
something
terrible
.
