A Novelist Who Writes Nothing For 10

It Had The Old Double Keyboard, An Entirely Different Set Of Keys For Capitals And Figures, So That The Paper Seemed A Long Way Off, And The Machine Was As Big And Solid As A Battle Cruiser. Typing Was Then A Muscular Activity. You Could Ache After It. If You Were Not Familiar With Those Vast Keyboards, Your Hand Wandered Over Them Like A Child Lost In A Wood. The Noise Might Have Been That Of A Shipyard On The Clyde. You Would No More Have Thought Of Carrying One Of Those Grim Structures As You Would Have Thought Of Travelling With A Piano.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

I Fancy That The Hell Of Too Many People Would Occupy A Respectable Place In The Hierarchy Of Infernal Regions.

In Spite Of Recent Jazzed-up One-day Matches, Cricket To Be Fully Appreciated Demands Leisure, Some Sunny Warm Days And An Understanding Of Its Finer Points.

There Can Be No Doubt That Smoking Nowadays Is Largely A Miserable Automatic Business. People Use Tobacco Without Ever Taking An Intelligent Interest In It. They Do Not Experiment, Compare, Fit The Tobacco To The Occasion. A Man Should Always Be Pleasantly Conscious Of The Fact That He Is Smoking.