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I'm Used To Rereading E-mails, Even, Before Sending Them - A Bit Compulsive. So This Is High Speed Roller Coaster For Me!

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I'm Used To Rereading

Lydia Davis

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I'm Used To Rereading E-mails, Even, Before Sending Them - A Bit Compulsive. So This Is High Speed Roller Coaster For Me!

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We Feel An Affinity With A Certain Thinker Because We Agree With Him; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us In A More Articulate Form What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were On The Point Of Thinking; Or What We Would Sooner Or Later Have Thought; Or What We Would Have Thought Much Later If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Been Likely To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Liked To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now.

I'm A Fierce Editor! I Don't Edit Out Things That I Began By Saying, Usually. The Editing Is On The Micro Level - A Comma Here, A Word There.

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Maybe The Truth Does Not Matter, But I Want To Know It If Only So That I Can Come To Some Conclusions About Such Questions As: Whether He Is Angry With Me Or Not; If He Is, Then How Angry; Whether He Still Loves Me Or Not; If He Does, Then How Much; Whether He Loves Me Or Not; How Much; How Capable He Is Of Deceiving Me In The Act And After The Act In The Telling.

I Am Basically The Sort Of Person Who Has Stage-fright Teaching. I Kind Of Creep Into A Classroom. I'm Not An Anecdote-teller, Either, Although I Often Wish I Were.

I Find Teaching - I Like It, But I Find Just Walking Into The Classroom And Facing The Students Very Difficult.

The Moment When A Limit Is Reached, When There Is Nothing Ahead But Darkness: Something Comes In To Help That Is Not Real. Another Way All This Is Like Madness: A Mad Person Not Helped Out Of His Trouble By Anything Real Begins To Trust What Is Not Real Because It Helps Him And He Needs It Because Real Things Continue Not To Help Him.

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I Don't Pare Down Much. I Write The Beginning Of A Story In A Notebook And It Comes Out Very Close To What It Will Be In The End. There Is Not Much Deliberateness About It.

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To Be Simple, I Would Say A Story Has To Have A Bit Of Narrative, If Only "she Says," And Then Enough Of A Creation Of A Different Time And Place To Transport The Reader.

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I Think A Lot Of What Goes Into Writing Can Be Taught - Not Mixing Metaphors, Etc.

In Some Sense The Text And The Translator Are Locked In Struggle - 'i Attacked That Sentence, It Resisted Me, I Attacked Another, It Eluded Me' - A Struggle In Which, Curiously, When The Translator Wins, The Text Wins Too.

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