March 26. The children ask what profession I – if I didn’t have the one that I happen to have – would like to have. I can think of a few, but author – writer – is not one of them. I write as much as I can, as well as I can – it wouldn’t occur to me asking for more time for it. I already don’t use the time that I have. I use a tiny fraction of it. And a writing that would be ennobled by being published – that has become irrelevant. I can write what I want, as much as I want, and there are always enough people who want to read it. Doing projects I tremble at – that’s what matters, and I can do that in this life here as in any other. Being well-read and really conversing with books – I’ve always admired that, and I wish I had more of it. But if I could devote my life exclusively to that, I don’t know if I would. If I had complete freedom of occupation, I would still want to be an astronaut, or maybe a musician or a dancer. Not because I wanted to spend as much time as possible doing that and nothing else, but because I would want to be able to do those things.