Time is a storm in which we are all lost. - William Carlos Williams

He's come out of the man and he's let the man go —

Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a conscious recording of the day’s experiences ‘freshly and with the appearance of reality’… The writer of imagination would find himself released from observing things for the purpose of writing them down later. He would be there to enjoy, to taste, to engage the free world, not a world which he carries like a bag of food, always fearful lest he drop something or someone get more than he.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.