- It’s probably good you’ll see! And so we parted. Strange, I thought, where I continued down the street, Hesselman got me all of a sudden another man, when I was told that he would die. He’ll have his good points. 139 people are certainly much better than we think. We would just show them a little more sympathy, everything would be better. Here I’ve gone and hated Hesselman and so he becomes suddenly a man I want to give all my kindness.

But perhaps all this to the general unease that is becoming increasingly widespread. Even the animals.

The other morning I went as usual into the forest to look for my book. My book is a tree that stands on northern Djurgården. I follow it in all seasons. I see how it spins, how LEAVE and how it sheds its leaves and I see it burdened with snow on their branches brittle beauty. My book is my morgonvän, which never caused me trouble or anxiety, just joy.