To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough. Sitting at my table just now I saw one person turning to another, smiling, putting out his hand - speaking. And suddenly I clenched my fist and brought it down on the table and called out - There is nothing like it!

Katherine Mansfield. Diary entry dated 30th May 1917.

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