August 30, Sunday night

I do not know when it has begun, but I feel markedly less sure of myself now
than, say, three or even one month ago. I do not know why; all I know is my
firm resolve has fled away or further inside me, I cannot tell.

Perhaps I devote myself far too widely and have lost focus of my goal; I
have marks in a geometry book, The Idiot, and have stopped myself two pages
into Lolita, not to mention the text on Asian history and my study of
katakana oh my fastidious interest!