Began downhearted. There are headshots on the news of the hijakers, looking human and ordinary. There are headshots in the paper of known victims, pages and pages of them. I could not bear to look. Watt kept me close and teased me from despair. Went out midday to find a spanish dictionary and a field book on trees for Gus. The bookstore filled me with hope. Each book a work of mind and heart, and all available to me. Spent all my money and came home richer.