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Ask the Dust, 4/5.

‘So an evening comes, and what to do with it,my soul so cool from the bath of words, my feet so solid upon the earth, and what are the others doing, the rest of the people of the world?’

‘You’re supposed to admire beautiful things, you writer.’

‘Sometimes an idea floated harmlessly through the room. It was like a small white bird. It meant no ill-will. It only wanted to help me, dear little bird. But I would strike at it, hammer it out across the keyboard, and it would die on my hands.’

‘Here you are, crawling through the days, a starved genius, faithful to your sacred calling. What courage you possess!’