“I am growing so peevish about my writing. I am like a man whose ear is true but who plays falsely on the violin: his fingers refuse to reproduce precisely those sounds of which he has the inward sense. Then the tears come rolling down from the poor scraper's eyes and the bow falls from his hand.”
Quote by Gustave Flaubert
Book:The letters
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The letters
This book compiles and presents letters exchanged between various historical and contemporary figures, offering insights into their personal and professional relationships. more
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