"Nothing very dreadful. I was just trying to write out some of my
thoughts, as Professor Hamilton advised me, but I couldn't get them
to please me. They seem so still and foolish directly they're written
down on white paper with black ink. Fancies are like shadows. . .
you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
But perhaps I'll learn the secret some day if I keep on trying.
I haven't a great many spare moments, you know. By the time I
finish correcting school exercises and compositions, I don't
always feel like writing any of my own."
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