...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.
The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.