He did not write by the yard, reeling off so many folios in so many hours, as though he had been a machine , and remaining untouched by what he had written.
He was no journeyman builder.  He did not write by the yard, reeling off so many folios in so many hours, as though he had been a machine , and remaining untouched by what he had written.  His lit- tie book, thin as it was, cut deep into his own life; it was part and parcel of himself, a record of his own deep est needs and longings.