21st August 1969
Yesterday was another terrible day, insulting Elizabeth, drunk, periodically excusing myself rather shabily, and then starting the rough treatment all over again.
Sometimes, I am so much My Father's Son that I give myself the occasional creeps - He had the same gift for damaging with the tongue, he had the same, temporary violence.
“It’s not my province.
I give it away.
Give it to My Family.
Or — I Buy Enormous Presents for Elizabeth Taylor. Or Did.
The fact that I have been able to take care of a certain amount of people has given me some pleasure — the fact that I had the power to do it.
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