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But to the story of my professional experiences. I have a pound, and six out of ten my first review, and I bought a Persian cat with the proceeds. Then I'm ambitious. A Persian cat is well and good, I said, but a Persian cat is not enough. I need a car. And it was so that I am a writer - for it is a very strange thing that people get a car, if you tell them a story. It is a stranger, which is still that it is not so beautiful in the world as stories. It is much easier than writing reviews of famous novels. And yet, if I am not to obey your secretary and tell you my professional experience as a writer, I must tell you about a very strange experience that befell me as a writer. And to understand it, you must try to imagine a writer in the state of mind. I hope I'm not away, the professional secrets if I say that a writer is chief desire as unconscious as possible. He has to puma shoesbe in a state of perpetual lethargy. He wants life to proceed with the utmost calm and regularity. He wants to see the same faces, read the same books that we do so, what day, month after month, while he writes, so that nothing against the illusion, in which he lives - so that nothing interfere with or concerned about the mysterious nosings, feelings round, darts, dashes and sudden discoveries of that very shy and illusive spirit, the imagination. I suspect that this condition is the same for men and women. Anyway, I want you to imagine me writing a novel in a state of trance. I wish that you value her sits a girl with a pen in hand, for the minutes, and indeed for those hours, it appears not in the inkpot.nike shoes The picture that in my opinion, if I think this girl is the picture of a fisherman is sunk in dreams on the edge of a deep lake with a rod held his head above water. She was letting her imagination sweep off all round rock and hiding place in the world, is immersed in the depths of our unconscious will. Now came the experience, in my opinion, far more frequently with women than with men writers. The line went through the girl's finger. Their imagination was rushed away. It had the pools, the depths of the dark places where the largest fish sleep. And then there was a smash. There was an explosion. It was foam and confusion. The imagination had dashed itself against something hard. The girl was awakened from her dream. It was indeed in a state of acute distress and difficult. To speak without figure she had something, something about the body, about the passions that it was inappropriate for them to say as a woman. Men, her reason, she said, would be shocked. The awareness of what men say a woman who speaks the truth about her passions had awakened her from her artist's womens clothesstate of unconsciousness. She could no longer write. The track was. Your imagination could no longer work. This in my opinion, a very common experience with women writers - they are justified by the extreme conventionality of the other sex. For if men can sense great freedom in this respect, I doubt that they realize or can be an extreme hardship, which they condemn such freedom in women. These were two real experiences with my own. These were two of the adventures of my professional life. The first - killing the angel in the house - I think I solved. She died. But the second, to tell the truth about my own experiences as a body, I do not think I solved. I doubt that every woman has still not been solved. The obstacles are still against it immensely powerful - and yet they are very difficult to define. Outwardly, what is easier than to write books? Outwardly, what obstacles exist for a woman than a man? Inwardly, I think, the matter very differently, she has still many ghosts to fight, many prejudices to overcome. Because it is a long time yet, I think, before a woman can sit down to write a book, without seeking to slay a phantom, a rock concert to be dashed before. And if this is so in literature, the freest of all professions for women, as in the new professions which are now for the first time?