The More I See Of Dogs, The

Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

I Like A Bit Of Color Myself, I Must Say. At My Time Of Life, If You Wear Nothing But Black, People Might Think You Were Too Mean To Change Frocks Between Funerals.

It Is Better To Take Experience, To Suffer, To Love, And To Remember Than To Walk Unscathed Between The Fires. I've Had Most Immunities Myself - The Result Of An Independent Income Combined With A Personality Completely Devoid Of Sexual Attractions - The Two Fires Of Poverty And Passion Have Therefore Never Burned Me, And I Am A Lesser Person For My Safety.

But To Write - That Is Grief And Labor; And To Read What One Has Written - How Unlike The Story As One Saw It; How Dull, How Spirtless - That Is Enough To Send One Weeping To Bed.

Why, Why, When One Writes, Does A Sort Of Shackle Bind One's Imagination? I Become Conscious Of A Deadening Mediocrity, Perhaps A Form Of Mental Cowardice, And I Long To Break Free, To Let My Imagination Take Wings. It Doesn't - Yet.