I have had several days of hesitation about this, the eighth volume of my journal. I thought, and still think, it too small for really fast writing , and I can only arrive at getting down my impressions in full by writing fast - pell-mell, with out regard to sentence construction. There is the dilemma: I like to write correctly, grammatically, to produce an appealing finished version; 'tossing-off' ideas in note form goes against my grain. What to do? Mirbeau's book "628-E8" has shown me, again, what a lot of stuff, perhaps as valuable as his, I lose by not writing it down. I have made, in the last three days, three fullish sketches that I may use later, and that certainly would have been lost if I had not seized them and held them.A fine retort. Mrs Deveraux told me how a pressing lover responded to a refusing mistress. "Bah!" she said. "With people like you, love means only one thing." "No," he replied. "It means twenty things, but it doesn't mean nineteen." Marvellous.
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