All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. George Orwell
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All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. Writers are vain because they wish to be thought well of.

They are selfish because they wish to be the center of attention. They are lazy because they cannot bring themselves to do anything unless it is highly pleasurable. A writer is not concerned with truth or righteousness or right and wrong.

He cares only about his own pleasure and the impact this will have on others.

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