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April 13, 2010
Writing as perfect Hell.
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
--Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880)
Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzbühel Desk) at April 13, 2010 11:59 PM
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