I settled down to consecutive literary work.

Lyrics I could write under any condition. They came to me so deeply from

the subconscious that at times they almost seemed like spirit-control,

which, at times, I am sure they had been, till I set the force of my

will against them. For I was resolved that what _I_ wrote should be an

emanation from my own personality, not from dead and gone poets who used

me for a medium.

But when it came to long and consecutive effort, the continual petty

worry of actual penury sapped my mind so that I lacked the power of

application....

With Derek's remittances this obstacle was removed....

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