Civilized Life Exacts Its Toll.

There Isn't Much To Say. I Haven't Been At All Deedy.

Many People Misjudge The Permanent Effect Of Sorrow, And Their Capacity To Live In The Past.

Most Of The Pleasure Of Making A Book Would Go If It Held Nothing To Be Shared By Other People. I Would Write For A Few Dozen People, And Sometimes It Seems That I Do So, But I Would Not Write For No-one.

Civilized Life Exacts Its Toll.

As Regards Plot I Find Real Life No Help At All. Real Life Seems To Have No Plots. And As I Think A Plot Desirable And Almost Necessary, I Have This Extra Grudge Against Life.