The first novel I wrote was a monster – clocking in at 180 000 words – but it died a death a death it deserved. It was called 'The Gods First Make Mad.' It was a good title but it was the only good thing about the book. I didn't let that put me off.
There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one and when I hear of one that is dying it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.
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I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.
