I'm glad it happened when nobody could see. The room is dark and I feel giddy. The only light comes in from under the door. I'd like a drink. There's gin on the sideboard. Champagne's what they give 'em, that's what I ought to have. A drink won't do me any harm. Champagne's what I ought to have. Champagne on Christmas day. Under the door the ray of light comes in like the last thrust of remembering before everything is blotted out. I'll soon start again, I've got no doubt. I thought about being fresh and new, about starting all over again, about misty mornings and summer days and starting all over again, all over again...