I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.
After three days without one, the desire to read a newspaper vanished. And really, one was happier without.
Weak people can be very stubborn.
If you think about the unthinkable long enough it becomes quite reasonable.
Nothing great ever came out of common sense.
Most people's first books are their best anyways. It's the one they wanted most to write.