I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.
I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.
I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.
No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
