Today I Began The Novel That I

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.