"It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason...

The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.’ That will be useful.
The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.’ That...
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