![]() ![]() Did you know that I try on your mask from time to time? I become a reader, too, reading over what I have just written. The contract of writing and reading requires that we know each other. Let me assure you and tell you that I know you, even something of your pain and joy, for you are much like me. (But do you know me? Una? You have shipped long with me in the boat that is this book. ![]() Words need not be that kind of mask, but a mask such as the ancient Greek actors wore, a mask that expresses rather than conceals the inner drama. Not the mask that conceals, not a mask that I would have you strike through as mere appearance, or, worse, deceitful appearance. My heart is beating fast I am in pursuit I want my victory-that you should see and hear and above all feel the reality behind these words. I can swear it, having done both, and I will tell YOU though other writers may not. “How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation-as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. ![]()
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