Friday, March 03, 2006

A golden privilege

The workingman is too busy working to write much about the experience. It is left to the artist, who is not working, to write about working. The world divides itself into these classes too, along with other divisions useful and worthless.

Some mornings, I have sat in front of a blank piece of paper, and felt like heaving my guts out—the privilege of writing not seeming as golden as I once imagined.

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