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John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

Victor Hugo



THE MORNING OF LIFE.
     ("Le voile du matin.")


     { April, 1822.}
     The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks,
       Old towers gleam white in the ray,
     And already the glory so joyously seeks
       The lark that's saluting the day.

     Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair,
       Though, were you swept hence in the night,
     From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare
       At the sun rising newly as bright.

     But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
       Where glitters Eternity's stream,
     And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,

       As sunshine disperses a dream.

WRITE HARD

WRITE HARD AND CLEAR ABOUT WHAT HURTS. - Ernest Hemingway


John Steinbeck: The dog ate my. Script


John Steinbeck’s dog, Toby, ate his manuscript of  “Of Mice and Men.”
There was no other draft.



 Steinbeck said of the incident, “I was pretty mad, but the poor little fellow may have been acting critically. I didn’t want to ruin a good dog for a manuscript, I’m not sure is good at all.”


WRITING IS

WRITING IS A SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE FORM OF SCHIZOPHRENIA.

- E.L. Doctorow