I had this habit of an academic of answering the question. I should have fobbed it off.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
This is the great vice of academicism, that it is concerned with ideas rather than with thinking.
I write with as much objectivity as I can.
And out of a desire essentially to imitate what I was reading, I began to write, like a clever monkey.
Sometimes attaining the deepest familiarity with a question is our best substitute for actually having the answer.
I wanted to write rather than do anything else. But 'cause I left school at 15, I didn't know what a noun was, still don't.
Without feeling abashed by my ignorance, I confess that I am absolutely unable to say. In the absence of an appearance of learning, my answer has at least one merit, that of perfect sincerity.
When I have clarified and exhausted a subject, then I turn away from it, in order to go into darkness again.
I didn't want to lose my subjectivity and my objectivity about my work.
I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.
I keep going over a sentence. I nag it, gnaw it, pat and flatter it.