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You are lost the instant you know what the result will be. |
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Why does my pen not drop from my hand on approaching the infinite pity and tragedy of all the past? Henry James questioning himself at the graves of his parents and sister . . . feeling that one is not only a little individual living
a little individual life, but that is in oneself the whole of
mankind . . . not me the little vain, personal D.H. Lawrence
but that unnamable me which is not vain nor personal . . . A work of art is not its content but . . . its content having
become form . . . All nature has powers of response . . .Our idea that things are
dead or inert is a convention. When I work, there is no consciousness of ideals but intuition
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