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  1. 27 March, 1972. George here. My father died today. He made a joke about the ridiculousness of the situation and then closed his eyes. 4:53 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  2. Kind-hearted doctors are quite capable of helping me make the transition to Nirvana, if they aren't trapped in some stupid dogma. 4:15 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  3. In this vale of tears, could anything be more wonderful than falling asleep? So I am not scared of death, as long as it is painless. 3:52 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  4. It's only when one is sometimes in pain that one realizes how wonderful it is to not be in pain. 3:15 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  5. I've also put a stop to all this lithographic printing. We (the printer and I) almost brushed tears away. The good old man. 2:50 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  6. 15 March, 1971. I'm quite unable to print any woodcuts again. It's far too tiring. Thus my stack continually diminishes. 1:50 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  7. May, 1970. Another operation. I must move to a service flat in Laren. It is a home for aged artists (about 60 in all). 1:15 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  8. The 48-page Midpeninsula Free University catalogue included my prints alternating with photographs of seductive naked girls. 12:49 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  9. 20 April, 1969. The hippies of San Francisco continue to print my work illegally. I received some grisly results from a friend there. 12:15 PM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  10. December, 1968. Jetta has left Baarn and lives in Switzerland now with Jan. My life without her goes peacefully enough. 11:48 AM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  11. I am working on interlocking rings that diminish to a limit at both the centre and the edge of a circle. A trio of snakes winds through. 10:47 AM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  12. But I'm also working in a rage and gnashing my teeth, for there's nothing more irritating than dealing with Americans. 9:47 AM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  13. I'm working as if on fire and can't get over the joy of it! There's nothing more wonderful than turning vision into reality. 8:47 AM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  14. I look at people differently nowadays and wonder how many are in circumstances like mine and may spring a leak with no warning? 7:46 AM Sep 12th from Twaitter
  15. Oh dear, that knot! In the evening, I feel dizzy with effort. Can you imagine how difficult it is? A tour-de-force of perspective. 7:46 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter
  16. But what is topology? I know “topo” means place, and of course I know “topography”. Flocon introduced me when I gave my lecture in Paris. 6:45 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter
  17. 25 April, 1965. I am enthusiastic about a topological knot that my “frere spiritual” Albert Flocon included in his book of engravings. 5:45 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter
  18. 7 March, 1965. Life crumbles away all around us. Another dear old friend died suddenly. Andrea, 79. He fell over and died on the spot. 4:46 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter
  19. I am a graphic artist heart and soul, though I find the term 'artist' somewhat embarrassing. 3:46 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter
  20. I canceled all my lectures and exhibitions. 2:44 PM Sep 11th from Twaitter