My soul is sick (Vaslav Nijinsky)

"I want to weep, but I cannot, because I feel so much pain in my soul that I am afraid for myself. I feel pain. My soul is sick. My sickness is of the soul and not of the mind. I know what I need in order to become well again. My sickness is too great for me to be cured of it soon. I am incurable. My soul is sick. I am poor. I am a destitute. I an unhappy. I am horrible. I know that everyone will suffer when they read these lines, because I know that people will feel me."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijisnky. On Life. Page  145.

   

Nijisnky writing clean like Darwin

"Darwin was an ape, but did not have lice. I love Darwin for his cleanliness. he wrote neatly. I like writing neatly, but I have a bad fountain pen."


The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky