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Dear George,<ref>{{NM}}’s letter to [[w:George Lea|George Lea]]George Lea was a writer friend.</ref>
Dear George,<ref>[[w:George Lea|George Lea]] was a writer friend of {{NM}}’s.</ref>


Thanks for your letter. It was practically inspirational, old buck. Actually, I feel very far from being a citizen of the world these days. There’s something about trying to do a novel in eight months which overcomes all the outposts of one’s ego, so that you recoil back on the thing you can do reasonably well, which is to be some kind of half-ass professional. So I don’t feel important these days, I just feel wrung out, worn down, near to written out, scared, like a semi-final fighter at the end of six rounds with two big ones to go. You know what I mean.
Thanks for your letter. It was practically inspirational, old buck. Actually, I feel very far from being a citizen of the world these days. There’s something about trying to do a novel in eight months which overcomes all the outposts of one’s ego, so that you recoil back on the thing you can do reasonably well, which is to be some kind of half-ass professional. So I don’t feel important these days, I just feel wrung out, worn down, near to written out, scared, like a semi-final fighter at the end of six rounds with two big ones to go. You know what I mean.
If you get a chance, drop me a line about the novel you’re working on, and what it’s bout.
If you get a chance, drop me a line about the novel you’re working on, and what it’s about.
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Latest revision as of 19:08, 6 April 2019

NORMAN MAILER’s Letters
142 Columbia Heights
Brooklyn 1, New York
March 16, 1964

Dear George,[1]

Thanks for your letter. It was practically inspirational, old buck. Actually, I feel very far from being a citizen of the world these days. There’s something about trying to do a novel in eight months which overcomes all the outposts of one’s ego, so that you recoil back on the thing you can do reasonably well, which is to be some kind of half-ass professional. So I don’t feel important these days, I just feel wrung out, worn down, near to written out, scared, like a semi-final fighter at the end of six rounds with two big ones to go. You know what I mean.

If you get a chance, drop me a line about the novel you’re working on, and what it’s about.

Best for now,
Norman
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Notes

  1. George Lea was a writer friend of Mailer’s.