But just don’t imagine life as a complete learned man to be too delightful. I now see it around me, dear Arthur. It is a tiring, troublesome life full of work; only the delight in doing it gives it its charm. One doesn’t get rich with it; as a writer, one acquires with difficulty what one needs for survival…. To make your life as a writer you have to be able to produce something excellent…. now, more than ever, there is a need of brilliant heads.
