“Writers should work alone. They should see each other only after their work is done, and not too often then. Otherwise they become like writers in New York. All angle worms in a bottle, trying to derive knowledge and nourishment from their own contact and from the bottle. Sometimes the bottle is shaped art, sometimes economics, sometimes economic-religion. But once they are in the bottle they stay there. They are lonesome outside of the bottle. They do not want to be lonesome. They are afraid to be alone in their beliefs and no woman would love any of them enough so that they could kill their lonesomeness in that woman, or pool it with hers, or make something with her that makes the rest unimportant.”

—Green Hills of Africa

//Jesus rises, maybe, please help us all
///it’s impossible, even I can’t do it.