I have just woken and my dreadful dream is still fresh. I saw Visconti taken ill and catching his foot against mine to keep from falling. I called...
Issaïevitch bores me because he courts me so persistently. I am in a capricious mood today, and with an air half clownish, half drowsy, I say foolish...
All night I saw him in my dreams. He was assuring me that he really had been at the convent.
Imagine — Troili came to the station; when we were leaving the hotel he was prowling about in the Via del Babuino. The Swiss thus stayed until the...