Chapter 16: July

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​⁠You insist so much on my not neglecting my drawing, that it would be as well for me to say nothing as to confess how little I have lately done.

I never felt happier, I never understood nature better, even down to the veriest stem or smallest blade of grass; and yet I am unable to express myself: my powers of execution are so weak, everything seems to swim and float before me, so that I cannot make