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Get Used To Disappointment.

"i Could Give You My Word As A Spaniard," Inigo Said. "no Good," The Man In Black Replied. "i've Known Too Many Spaniards."

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.

Look, Are You Just Fiddling Around With Me Or What?" "i Just Want You To Feel You're Doing Well. I Hate For People O Die Embarrassed.

Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.