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When The Writing Is Really Working, I Think There Is Something Like Dreaming Going On. I Don't Know How To Draw The Line Between The Conscious Management Of What You're Doing And This State. . . . I Would Say That It's Related To Daydreaming. When I Feel Really Engaged With A Passage, I Become So Lost In It That I'm Unaware Of My Real Surroundings, Totally Involved In The Pictures And Sounds That That Passage Evokes.

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When The Writing Is

John Hersey

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When The Writing Is Really Working, I Think There Is Something Like Dreaming Going On. I Don't Know How To Draw The Line Between The Conscious Management Of What You're Doing And This State. . . . I Would Say That It's Related To Daydreaming. When I Feel Really Engaged With A Passage, I Become So Lost In It That I'm Unaware Of My Real Surroundings, Totally Involved In The Pictures And Sounds That That Passage Evokes.

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