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| Art by Igor Morski |
“Writing is the supreme solace,” said Somerset Maugham. “You
shut the door, and within half an hour you have completely forgotten all the
petty vexations that were previously occupying your thoughts and weighing you
down … you are a free man again and whatever the ultimate fate of your work, no
one else could have made a precisely similar pattern of words upon the page. It
is yours and yours alone.”
The same could be said of all the arts. Those who can’t or
won’t try them have been cheated or have cheated themselves out of one of
life’s finer things.
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