...have had a premonition of waning power, for in the letter to Hawthorne previously quoted he wrote: "The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ovfitit always to compose — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious...

...through the press. That is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent...mine. Dollars damn me ; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall...

...through the press. That is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ouglit always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious...

...through the press. That is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent...mine. Dollars damn me ; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall...

...through the press. T/iat is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent...mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall...

...through the press. That is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent...for ever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater,...

...must not fail to admire my discretion in paying the postage on this letter." When Melville speaks of "the calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought to compose," he has caught a demoralisation from Hawthorne. Moby-Dick, he says, was "broiled in hell-fire"...

...have had a premonition of waning power, for in the letter to Hawthorne previously quoted he wrote: "The calm, the -coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man oiifllit always to compose — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious...

...Pittsfield he began Moby-Dick — no filigree fantasy, no sparing distillation, but an outpouring otf his vital powers sustained at enormous length. He...Domesticity was not a perfect refuge for his inquietude, and I it was out of such mjsgivings, fervour and anguish that his masterpiece was produced. And out of...

...sit at his desk all day, his- wife says, not writing. nr fi.vpjTV1nr1f ; he- knew, in fact, the _ ] painful pauses and hesitations of creation, the despair/ing...refuge for his inquietude, and it was out of such mjsgivings, fervour and anguish that his masterpiece was produced. And out of these, too, mingling...