Luke’s Reviews > The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 > Status Update

There is no objectivity. There is only instinct.

Men can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet with Artemis, with Venus, with any of the goddesses of love, and then they start hurling moral judgments.

"What a lovely way you have of putting things."
"Perhaps it is another way of avoiding facts."
"No, perhaps you see more."

The nice thing about having waited for so long before starting this is that I also have the next five, recently procured within the last few months. Still missing the errant seventh, but that may turn up as well between the opening of the first and the closing of the sixth.