But I live, I live, with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always. Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea. The years pass and one has only one life. If one has a thing at all one must do it and keep on and on and on trying to do it better.
In one paragraph Arnold Baffin becomes much more sympathetic as a character, as he describes a writing process completely different to Bradley's, but no more artistically satisfying.
