I Realised That One Might Love Him

What A Good Thing There Is No Marriage Or Giving In Marriage In The After-life; It Will Certainly Help To Smooth Things Out.

She Had Always Been An Unashamed Reader Of Novels.

Once Outside The Magic Circle The Writers Became Their Lonely Selves, Pondering On Poems, Observing Their Fellow Men Ruthlessly, Putting People They Knew Into Novels; No Wonder They Were Without Friends.

Novel Writing Is A Kind Of Private Pleasure, Even If Nothing Comes Of It In Worldly Terms.

Perhaps I Need Some Shattering Experience To Awaken And Inspire Me, Or At Least To Give Me Some Emotion To Recollect In Tranquility. But How To Get It? Sit Here And Wait For It Or Go Out And Seek It? . . . I Expect It Will Be Sit And Wait.