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§122 “wrote two pages of a story, as a test again; & passed it well … anyhow my cistern is full of ideas. But to the point: why am I exacerbated?”
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§121 “...knowing that I can write a book, a better book, a book off my own bat…”
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§120 “A disgraceful fact—I am writing”
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§119 “This has rammed a big hole in my 8 weeks which were to be stuffed so full. Never mind. Arrange whatever pieces come your way.”
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§93 “Write about everything, without order, or care.”
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§92 “Still I am absorbed in ‘my writing’, putting on a spurt…”
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§91 “I can write & write & write now: the happiest feeling in the world.”
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§90 “No doubt Proust could say what I mean—”
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§89 “Thinking it over, I believe its getting the rhythm in writing that matters.”
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§88 “This struck me reading some of my notes here, for, if one lets the mind run loose, it becomes egotistical: personal, which I detest…”
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§87 “The question is how to get the 2 books done.”
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§86 “But enough, enough—yet of what should I write here except my writing?”
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§85 “But how entirely I live in my imagination…”
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§84 “How I scribble; & what use will this be for my great memoir writing age?”
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“it took me almost a year, but I’ve finally figured it out”
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“Suppose one can keep the quality of a sketch in a finished & composed work?”
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“if this book proves anything, it proves that I can only write along those lines, & shall never desert them, but explore further & further, & shall, heaven be praised, never bore myself an instant”
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“so my diary will be defrauded, stifled by too much life. The unrecorded clogs my pen”
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“I feel as if I had loosed the bonds pretty completely & could pour everything in.”
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“Well, I will make a brief beginning—after 3 weeks silence. But it has not been silence at all.”