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Day 56: Samuel Beckett. His best works were conceived in a period of intense creative activity that Beckett would later refer to as "the siege in the room", which began with an epiphany at the end of the pier one winter. "It was spent largely in his room, isolated from the world, coming face to face with his own demons, attempting to explore the workings of his mind."

Day 55: Marcel Proust. Yet another author whose works I haven't yet had the gall to pick up. "It almost seems as though a writer’s works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering has penetrated his heart."

Day 54: James Joyce. An author whose works I haven't yet had the courage to pick up. "A man of small virtue, inclined to extravagance and alcoholism" is how the Irish novelist once described himself.

Day 53: Franz Kafka. One of the biggest names in literature, his life was not as illustrious as his achievements. He often had to work overtime, lived in a cramped apartment with family, and could only write at night. “Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.”

Day 52: Henry James. A man of habits, both short-term and long-term. For instance, he habitually started working on a new book the instant he was finished with the previous one.

Every person in this book wakes up early every day and works until evening. Then they go out and get drunk. Ideal life i guess.👏🏻👏🏻

Day 51: William James. James argued that we must make our nervous system our ally instead of enemy. This is to be done by forming "habits of order". “Recollect,” he noted, 'that only when habits of order are formed can we advance to really interesting fields of action—and consequently accumulate grain on grain of wilful choice like a very miser—never forgetting how one link dropped undoes an indefinite number."