It was his habit to treat the last hour of any birthday as an oracular occasion, his belief being that his mood or activities at that time augured the prevailing mood or unfolding of events for the coming year. Thus, as best he could he would record these auguries in his journal, sometimes doing so contemporaneously if circumstances allowed, otherwise writing his recollections down as soon as he could thereafter, but almost always (a few drunken or extraordinarily passionate birthdays as a young man notwithstanding) before sleeping.
What would he write tonight and when?
Time would tell quite shortly.
Suspicious of closed perfections, preferring instead the pull of days through which we see ourselves, and so see ourselves through, though perhaps not where we thought we were going.