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Nov. 4th, 2013 10:31 pm"Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.
"Rather stunned by having actually typed out the previous paragraph, and resisting the impulse to destroy it at once by a lot of elaboration, explanation, and whatall, I am deriving sustenance of a sort from looking at the sort of thing I could never manage at all, a small botanical study of morning glories, individual blooms, buds, leaves, tendrils in watercolours done by my great grandmother, which hangs on the wall beside my desk. A framed diploma awarded to her by the New York State Agricultural Society for 'Very Superior Pencil Sketches' at the Syracuse meeting of 1849 hangs over my desk; she must have been thirteen or fourteen at the time."
Edward Gorey, from an October 13, 1968 letter to Peter F. Neumeyer quoted (with the heading "Sunday morning, 7:20 ish") in the collection of letters, Floating Worlds.
"Rather stunned by having actually typed out the previous paragraph, and resisting the impulse to destroy it at once by a lot of elaboration, explanation, and whatall, I am deriving sustenance of a sort from looking at the sort of thing I could never manage at all, a small botanical study of morning glories, individual blooms, buds, leaves, tendrils in watercolours done by my great grandmother, which hangs on the wall beside my desk. A framed diploma awarded to her by the New York State Agricultural Society for 'Very Superior Pencil Sketches' at the Syracuse meeting of 1849 hangs over my desk; she must have been thirteen or fourteen at the time."
Edward Gorey, from an October 13, 1968 letter to Peter F. Neumeyer quoted (with the heading "Sunday morning, 7:20 ish") in the collection of letters, Floating Worlds.
