I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From "A Journal of Love" The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1938 For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration.
Have you an unexpurgated copy of Hannah More's 'Letters to a Village Maiden'?
At the best and even unexpurgated, diaries give a distorted or one-sided portrait of the writer.