is the joy and torment of the idle. Oh to write! From time to time I feel a need, sharp as thirst in summer, to note and describe. And then I take up my pen again and attempt the perilous and elusive task of seizing and pinning down, under its flexible double-pointed nib, the many-hued fugitive, thrilling adjective... The attack does not last long; it is but the itching of an old scar.
Colette - The Vagabond, 1911
