“I danced frightening things. They were frightened of me and therefore thought that I wanted to kill them. I did not want to kill anyone. I loved everyone, but no one loved me, and therefore I became nervous.”
Nijinsky's delusions a haunting memento of days spent whitewashing my furniture, my legs, my lamp, the spines of my books. He was totally out of the world when he wrote in those books... seeing Romola, concerned, eyeing him fearfully as he scrawls, "They think i'm crazy but i'm not, i'm pretending." His little daughter lived in a different house, they did not want her near him.
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