Being self-conscious. Treating one's self as an other. Supervising oneself.
Gide and I have attained such perfect intellectual communion that I experience the appropriate labor pains for every thought he gives birth to!
I have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing conceptual obstacles in my own path.
When I look at my picture I read stubbornness, balked vanity, panic, vulnerability.
The best criticism, and it is uncommon, is of this sort that dissolves considerations of content into those of form.
Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don't have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up—up, up. And … down we go. I knew that would happen. See, I'm on my feet again. See, I'm starting to roll it up again. Don't try to talk me out of it. Nothing, nothing could tear me away from this rock.