It is the speed, the hot, molten effect, the lava flow of sentence into sentence that I need.

“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her jud…”

“To love makes one solitary.”

“My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is…”

“She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...”