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April 23, 2018

Flaubert: On his own writing.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

--Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880)

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Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzbühel Desk) at April 23, 2018 11:59 PM

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