April 3, 1971

I am disgusted. I can't trust anyone!

They're selling books the way you'd sell margarine or peanuts.

When someone lies like that, it's finished. I can't trust him anymore. You have to be very thick-skinned to lie to my face.

I can order them to stop everything.

No, Mother. If it's for the presentation, people won't see the difference.

That's true!

Then I'll speak to M. [the manager of the press] about it, or would you rather speak to him yourself?

I can speak to him, but it would be good if you tell him also.

I'll tell him in any case.

Well....

(Mother sighs and goes within)