Good swim yesterday, alone, unespied, in one of those spectacular bends of the river where there is absolutely nothing of man's handiwork that is visible, only towering grassy banks with sentinel pine-trees. and ancient cottonwoods and willows by the water: as it must have looked 500 or 5,000 years ago. Being entirely alone, without another human soul to have to temporize with, in such a circumstance is the greatest luxury and the most delectable pleasure in the world. Imagine my horror therefore when, after I had somewhat rhapsodized my fluminatatory experience (omitting the part about having been at-one with the world-soul) to Kristen, she immediately extorted a promise from me that I should go get her and bring her with me when I go swimming this afternoon! I said I would, knowing I'd rather die than do that. Jesus fucking christ. The best I can do in this case is lie...No, not just lie, but lie and confess that I have lied, to Marianne, putting her in the position of having to forgive me as a sister-in-Christ, which will make me feel better and a little less like a total liar.