Rushing was the very last thing his words seemed to be doing; indeed, for one whose profession and social status it was to be a writer, he was making miserably slow progress, and no one could have watched him without reaching the conclusion that a writer is a man to whom writing comes harder than to anyone else.
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Tristan by Thomas Mann (via tsumetaihikari)
Just finished reading this in one of the lit classes I’m taking. Definitely my favorite of Mann’s stories.