From Eireene Nealand
Les Plesko Sun, Feb 18, 2007 at 6:38 PM
To: Eireene Nealand
But in the end I understood this language. I understood it, I understand it, all wrong perhaps. That is not what matters.
Does this mean that I am freer now than I was? I do not know. I shall learn. Then I went back into the house and
wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the roof. It was not midnight. It was not raining.