Asked A- to have noyau soon after setting out – no, and her tone of voice was the sign of my saying no more. I have never spoken since – dullish work.
Except two or three times asking her to have noyau, I never spoke from Barbezieux to Bordeaux. Spoke a little this evening but she is terrible – I never before knew the misery of solitude. She is with me and yet I have not a soul to speak to. She is a human being at my elbow, and I am alone. Oh, that I was well rid of her.