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13th March: What a wonderful day! I spent the whole morning lying on the sand of this island. I love this island.
17th March: I have had a bit of a fever for a few days now; I feel unwell, or rather I feel sad. Where do these mysterious influences come from, which change our happiness into discouragement and our confidence into distress? It seems that the air, the invisible air, is full of 'unknowable Powers, whose mysterious neighbourhoods we suffer. I wake up full of gaiety, with a desire to sing in my throat. Why do I want to sing?And suddenly I am sorry, as if some misfortune awaits me. Why? Is it a chill that, brushing my skin, has shaken my nerves and darkened my soul? Is it the shape of the clouds, or the colour of the day, the colour of things, so variable, which, passing through my eyes, has disturbed my thoughts? Do we know?
20th March: I'm sick, really! I was doing so well last month! I have a fever; a terrible fever, or rather a feverish restlessness, which makes my soul suffer as much as my body! I have this awful sensation of a threatening danger, this apprehension of a coming misfortune or of approaching death, this presentiment which is undoubtedly the attack of an as yet unknown evil, germinating in the blood and in the flesh.
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