English poet Siegfried Sassoon wrote in his diary on January 8, 1921 at age 34:
“For I want this to be a readable book, a memorial of vanished days, a consoling reminder of delights and speculations and disappointments, things which can no longer be regretted or remade.
At this moment I am paralysed by the excellence of my pen and paper. I am scared of making a blot on the first page. Nevertheless I am aware of the futility of diaries written (or composed) with laboured care. Self-revelation eludes such a plodding pursuit.
Let there be hasty and passionate scrawlings, exaggerated and cautious gropings after truth, or over-meticulous recordings of names, places, conversations, and episodes; but never an apparent pause for the most effective phrase, or the least hint that the diarist has an eye on his possible audience."
A little further on in the same entry, he wrote:
"Blast this journal, it is as pompous as hell already.”
From Siegfried Sassoon Diaries, 1920-1922, Siegfried Sassoon
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