Will not need to be told. How he wrote and it seemed good; read it and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in; was in ecstasy; in despair; had his good nights and his bad mornings; snatched at ideas and lost them; saw his book plain before him and then it vanished; acted his people's parts as he ate; mouthed them as he walked; now cried; now laughed; vacillated between this style and that; now preferred the heroic and pompous; next the plain and simple; now the vales of Tempe; then the fields of Kent or Cornwall; and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.
—Orlando, Virginia Woolf, 1928.
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You had me at semicolon.
Nobody does it (the semicolon) better!
How to compete with it? Best just to sigh (heavily for several hours) and name a child after it.
Clare, you're absolutely right. You have discovered the best — the only — solution to the problem. And in doing so, inspired me forever with your visionary style.
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