This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.