If there’s anything that makes me feel really jealous, it’s an ability to write fast and write brilliantly (and the two, of course, rarely go together, therefore basically defining a true genius as far as I am concerned). Writing always reminds of my favorite quote from Cioran’s “Letter to a Faraway Friend”:
What consumption of coffee, of cigarettes, and of dictionaries merely to write one halfway decent sentence in this inapproachable language, too noble and too distinguished for my taste!
Although Cioran’s writing about French, not English, it’s still a rather accurate sentiment. It took me half a day today to come up with a decent paragraph which means that at this pace I will never be as great and prolific as some – what a pity! what empty existence must await me in the future!
In any case, back to the production line: paragraph two, here we go!