“I doubt if de Botton has written a dull sentence in his life” — a comment from the New Statesman which I could not concur more.

Just finished “Essays in Love” — a plain title but the content is anything but. Misery needs company and am not alone! Not alone in feeling sillily euphoric, pathetically obsessed, loving and resentful in equal measure, and in the end can only sadly sigh over the greatest riddle of life.

Another beautiful end-of-Summer day today. So divine that it hurts.

Ordered half a case of wines from Z’s friend in Lama. One stone two birds.