I must try to capture something in words which for all useful purposes can’t be expressed in words.
To minor authors is left the ornamentation of the commonplace: these do not bother about any reinventing of the world; they merely try to squeeze the best they can out of a given order of things, out of traditional patterns of fiction. The various combinations these minor authors are able to produce within these set limits may be quite amusing in a mild ephemeral way because minor readers like to recognize their own ideas in a pleasing disguise.
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because “romantic” doesn’t mean “sugary.” It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
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