Grant Was Something Rare In That Or

I Don't Want Anything To Do With Anything Mechanical Between Me And The Paper, Including A Typewriter, And I Don't Even Want A Fountain Pen Between Me And The Paper.

A Combination Of All That Was Best In The Gladdest Days Of The Departing Year.

Writing Is Very Hard Work And Knowing What You're Doing The Whole Time.

The Point I Would Make Is That The Novelist And The Historian Are Seeking The Same Thing: The Truth – Not A Different Truth: The Same Truth – Only They Reach It, Or Try To Reach It, By Different Routes. Whether The Event Took Place In A World Now Gone To Dust, Preserved By Documents And Evaluated By Scholarship, Or In The Imagination, Preserved By Memory And Distilled By The Creative Process, They Both Want To Tell Us How It Was: To Re-create It, By Their Separate Methods, And Make It Live Again In The World Around Them.

People Make A Grievous Error Thinking That A List Of Facts Is The Truth. Facts Are Just The Bare Bones Out Of Which Truth Is Made.