Diary entry for November 28, 1928
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Wednesday, November 28, 1928
… One of my vile vices is jealousy, of other writers’ fame, [but] as for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall… What I want now to do is to saturate every atom. I mean to eliminate all waste, deadness, superfluity: to give the moment whole, whatever it includes. Say the moment is a combination of thought; sensation; the voice of the sea. Waste, deadness, come from the inclusion of things that don’t belong to the moment; this appalling narrative business of the realist;: getting on from lunch to dinner: it is false, unreal, merely conventional. Why admit anything to literature that is not poetry…
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