The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distressed by their disorder.

“a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love …”

“…the art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea…. It is …”

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse,…”

“To talk of 'prizing her open' as if she were an oyster, to use any but the fine…”