Capitolo 40
few every day despite their orders, but it is only now that I am
starting to feel the confusion of ideas decrease, and the ability to
introduce them coherently growing Even still me I only write disconnected parts
of the chapters I had planned. Be--oh! of thing is that word of pet
phrenologists? _continuity_ that I don't have to my command. I suppose
You cannot understand completely the agony of such experiments, never
having overcome it. Only yesterday I lacerated on thirty pages of
manuscript, and it had half a mind to burn the whole thing. It is
only the consideration of the possibly the great loss to the literary world
that holds back me, you know", he said with a laughter mean bitter, while throwing
down the ruins of the flowers he had thrown asunder with his thin,
nervous hands, and rising.
"But I have been a hole without conscience, also for a valetudinarian and me
believe them they are privileged to tax the amiability of people. I hope not for me the hav
Gets tired her so that you will prevent again my arrival. I won't promise
you speak of me the neighbor it turns", he said, as he turned to go down the run.
I wondered me that as which it was his/her book, as I lazily looked at him/it cross the
road in the sun of midday, and then I remembered with an acute pain of
conscience that I had not written really thousand words from when I came. This
soft air, fragrant of odors in half summer spiced, it seemed to produce a
the invincible indolence, also of thought. After the struggles of the past
winter, I was feeling the reaction in absolute relaxation of the wish and
purpose. I wondered me, it was me in the place of the Mr. Longworth, I ever write
again, from his mere love? It was the end, even if that end is
success, value the pain to reach him/it? And then, fearing to question
me further, I went to my room and I started to write.
End of July was very beautiful in Wauchittic. From the ocean, a dozen
miles far, the weakest suggestion of the odor of the was diffused
sea, the wide fields of excessively drinks pasture it seemed to drink the sun. Every night