There is something about the literary life that repels me, all this desperate building of castles on cobwebs, the long-drawn acrim...onious struggle to make something important which we all know will be gone forever in a few years, the miasma of failure which is to me almost as offensive as the cheap gaudiness of popular success.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You have been here only a short time, Mr. Barnard. You cannot know what it is to live here month upon month, year after year, brea...thing this infernal air, absorbing the miasma of barbarity that permeates these walls, especially this chamber.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »