said i to dante just now: “is a man not entitled to his reveries??” oh, the reveries of ryan!! i have written about many of them. there is one in particular that i go to every day of my life which i have not spoken to a single person. perhaps i will put down here sometime . . . though maybe i’m afraid to is all, because then what? maybe it vanishes as soon as i pluck it from the dreamy places in my head. i feel as though i need it or else i’ll have nowhere else to go. it is a harmless vision if not a little sad and childish, but then what else is new.