June 16, 1948: The artist who really loves people loves them so well the way they are he sees no need to disguise their characteristics—he loves them whole, without retouching. Yet the word always used for this unqualifying affection is “cynicism.”
The Diaries of Dawn Powell may be one of the best books I’ve ever read, and it’s simply her musings not meant for the general public. I’ll probably excerpt the shit out of more of this book/explain who Dawn Powell is as I go on, but wow. Much recommended.