30 December 1918 – 31 December 1918

4.45 p.m. Oh, the times when she had walked upside down on the ceiling, run up glittering panes, floated on a lake of light, flashed through a shining beam! And God looked upon the fly fallen into the jug of milk and saw that it was good. And the smallest Cherubim and Seraphim of all, who delight in mis- fortune, struck their silver harps and shrilled : " How is the fly fallen, fallen ! "