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This was the first time i've read one of her diaries and noticed the lies and treachery that she inflicts on the ones she loves and that love her. She is so sure of her power to create and destruct, she tells herself she lies to each lover to protect them--she is the mother, the tormentor, the lover and the child. The lifting of the romantic veil i'd put nin under lifted, and after many unsure moments, I realized that the most important thing about her writing is that it still inspires me, it is still beautiful (even if often overblown, dramatic, and self-pitying...but it's a diary).
She is able to create a whole life out of three lives (Hugh, Henry and Rank/Gonzalo). Part of me wants to lecture and moralize, but another part of me realizes that she defies the ordinary and that is what is so wonderful about reading her diary. She is living in the fullest way she can find, and that is what is inspiring.