The novel progresses so natural and so artless as to make the tremendous emotional
effort she makes appear to be completely absent. Yesterday evening at the
reading of one of the best chapters, she cried so bitterly, with the tears running
down her cheeks and her eyes turning red, that we had to interrupt for a while.
It was all about the cow Bonnie having been sold.
--From her husband Egon's journal, January 17, 1948
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