Tuesday, September 18, 2012

April, 1947: Conventional Matters

Anais is at a dinner at her editor's apartment. She describes the setting: "Homeliness, bourgeois solidity, comfort, a love of conventional matters. I am bored."

Conventional matters bore me as well. What could be more boring than conventional jobs, conventional people? Convention is suffocating for a creative person. It slowly kills the soul, the spirit.

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