On the lonely horror of writing
At the thought of work, of the book he was writing, must finish, his stomach lurched, just as if he had come unexpectedly on something repellent. He was scared, too. Nowadays, he was so frightened of sitting down to work that he had to drive himself to grapple with it.
from ‘The Soul of Kindness‘
by Elizabeth Taylor
I love Elizabeth Taylor’s novels.
Her observations about people, (English) society and life are acute, pithy and devastating.
Try her sometime!
Two people drew my attention to the writing of the English novelist, Elizabeth Taylor, who died in 1975. One was my mother, an inveterate and highly intelligent reader. The other was one of my favourite bloggers, Jane Brocket.
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