I am constantly meeting ladies who say 'how lovely it must be to write', as though one sat down at the escritoire after breakfast, and it poured out like a succession of bread and butter letters, instead of being dragged out, by tongs, a bloody mess, in the small hours.
Patrick White 1912 - 90
- after finishing The Solid Mandala (1966);
Letters (1996)
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