What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.
What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
I have gone into the waste lonely places
Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.
How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.