Status Updates From Of Human Bondage

Will never prolly finish it

Maugham’s perspective on fiction is beautiful: ‘I began once more to be obsessed by the teeming memories of my past life. The came back to me pressingly, in my sleep, on my walks, at rehearsals, at parties, they became such a burden to me, that I made up my mind there was only one way to be free of them and that was to write them all down on paper.’

I want to strangle this Philip

“There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.”

Up to this point, Philip’s devotion to Mildred embodies that imbalance entirely.

Philip is me. I am Philip. I identify with his loneliness, his guilt and his cruelty.