Another postcard arrived his morning. The picture is Francisco de Goya's
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters
and Leonard’s message on the reverse reads:
I’ll translate for those who cannot read his handwriting:
'It is my experience that an essay grows inside its writer - imperceptibly
at first, like an embryo...But in due course it rarely leaves at least the
range of the mind's eye. Few hours pass without a solicitous act of monitoring
an increasingly sturdy piece of work that has been in some strange measure
writing itself...'
Another pearl of wisdom from Leonard, who is mindful of my exams next
week and I suspect that he is worrying about them more than I am!
