February 17.
TO-DAY I walked over the hill where the sun vanishes down in the afternoon.
I followed the sun so far as I could, but two even very good legs can do no more than carry one into the midst of the sunshine—and then one may stand and take leave, lovingly, of it.
I stood in the valley below the hill and looked away at the gold-yellow mountains that rise into the cloudy blue, and at the long gray stretches of rolling sand. It all reminded me of the Devil and the Happiness he will bring me.
Some day the Devil will come to me and say: "Come with me."
And I will answer: "Yes."
And he will take me away with him to a place where it is wet and green—where the yellow, yellow sunshine falls
