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I
wrote
an
application
to
Christy
the
grocer
,
No.
13
Groenlandsleret
,
put
it
in
an
envelope
,
and
took
it
to
the
pillar
at
the
corner
.
Then
I
returned
to
my
room
and
sat
down
in
the
rocking-chair
to
think
,
whilst
the
darkness
grew
closer
and
closer
.
Sitting
up
late
began
to
be
difficult
now
.
I
woke
very
early
in
the
morning
.
It
was
still
quite
dark
as
I
opened
my
eyes
,
and
it
was
not
till
long
after
that
I
heard
five
strokes
of
the
clock
down-stairs
.
I
turned
round
to
doze
again
,
but
sleep
had
down
.
I
grew
more
and
more
wakeful
,
and
lay
and
thought
of
a
thousand
things
.
Suddenly
a
few
good
sentences
fitted
for
a
sketch
or
story
strike
me
,
delicate
linguistic
hits
of
which
I
have
never
before
found
the
equal
.
I
lie
and
repeat
these
words
over
to
myself
,
and
find
that
they
are
capital
.
Little
by
little
others
come
and
fit
themselves
to
the
preceding
ones
.
I
grow
keenly
wakeful
.
I
get
up
and
snatch
paper
and
pencil
from
the
table
behind
my
bed
.
It
was
as
if
a
vein
had
burst
in
me
;
one
word
follows
another
,
and
they
fit
themselves
together
harmoniously
with
telling
effect
.
Scene
piles
on
scene
,
actions
and
speeches
bubble
up
in
my
brain
,
and
a
wonderful
sense
of
pleasure
empowers
me
.
I
write
as
one
possessed
,
and
fill
page
after
page
,
without
a
moment
's
pause
.
Thoughts
come
so
swiftly
to
me
and
continue
to
flow
so
richly
that
I
miss
a
number
of
telling
bits
,
that
I
can
not
set
down
quickly
enough
,
although
I
work
with
all
my
might
.
They
continue
to
invade
me
;
I
am
full
of
my
subject
,
and
every
word
I
write
is
inspired
.
This
strange
period
lasts
--
lasts
such
a
blessedly
long
time
before
it
comes
to
an
end
.
I
have
fifteen
--
twenty
written
pages
lying
on
my
knees
before
me
,
when
at
last
I
cease
and
lay
my
pencil
aside
,
So
sure
as
there
is
any
worth
in
these
pages
,
so
sure
am
I
saved
.
I
jump
out
of
bed
and
dress
myself
.
It
grows
lighter
.
I
can
half
distinguish
the
lighthouse
director
's
announcement
down
near
the
door
,
and
near
the
window
it
is
already
so
light
that
I
could
,
in
case
of
necessity
,
see
to
write
.
I
set
to
work
immediately
to
make
a
fair
copy
of
what
I
have
written
.
An
intense
,
peculiar
exhalation
of
light
and
colour
emanates
from
these
fantasies
of
mine
.
I
start
with
surprise
as
I
note
one
good
thing
after
another
,
and
tell
myself
that
this
is
the
best
thing
I
have
ever
read
.
My
head
swims
with
a
sense
of
satisfaction
;
delight
inflates
me
;
I
grow
grandiose
.
I
weigh
my
writing
in
my
hand
,
and
value
it
,
at
a
loose
guess
,
for
five
shillings
on
the
spot
.
It
could
never
enter
any
one
's
head
to
chaffer
about
five
shillings
;
on
the
contrary
,
getting
it
for
half-a-sovereign
might
be
considered
dirt
-
cheap
,
considering
the
quality
of
the
thing
.
