Ten, twenty pills in my mouth at a time go down easily. Jenny becomes increasingly agitated, but the countenance remains calm. She sits for a while looking at the empty bottle, shakes her head, then she lies down and rests her head against the pillows she has arranged. For‘a while she lies staring at the ceiling.

It suddenly strikes me how right it would have been if she had looked at her watch, noted the time of her death—and at the same moment the thought comes to me, she does it.

It only becomes theatre when I turn my face toward the wall and do not die.

Afterward I feel empty. Notice that someone is crying. Not only the actor but also the spectator can at certain times participate in unreality as if it were real.

Ingmar is quiet and subdued and says, “Well, now at least I won’t have to commit suicide.”