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Цей всюдисущий writer’s block

And I ought to be writing Jacob’s Room; and I cant’, and instead I shall write down the reason why I can’t—this diary being a kindly blankfaced old confidante. Well, you see, I’m a failure as a writer. I’m out of fashion: old: shan’t do any better: have no headpiece: the spring is everywhere:... »