You have had ups and downs merely because after all you are
a mortal; and as a matter of contrast--to heighten your powers of
appreciation. No doubt the worst is over for you. I have had to take life
by the throat and wring out of her what little I have. That is what makes
life so hopeless, so terrible. No genius for social reform will ever
eliminate the inequality of personality, of the inner inheritance. Nature
meant for her own sport that a few should live and the rest should die
while still alive."
"Gora, I don't want to sound like the well-meaning friends who tell a
mother when she loses her child that it is better off, but I can't help
reminding you that a very large and able-bodied fairy presided at your
cradle. You have a great gift that I'd give my two eyes for; and you know
perfectly well--or you will soon--that you will get over this and forget
that Gathbroke ever existed, while you are creating men to suit yourself."
Her incisive mind drove straight to the truth. "You will write better than
ever. Possibly the reason that you have not reached the great public is
because your work lacks humanity, sympathy. You never lived before. You
were all intellect. Now you have had a terrific upheaval and you seem to
have experienced about everything, including the impulse to murder. Most
writers would appear to live uneventful lives judging from their extremely
dull biographies.
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