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“To disguise nothing, to conceal nothing, to write about those things that are closest to our pain, our happiness; to write about my sexual clumsiness, the agonies of Tantalus, the depth of my discouragement – I seem to glimpse it in my dreams – my despair. To write about the foolish agonies of anxiety, the refreshment of our strength when these are ended; to write about our painful search for self, jeopardized by a stranger in the post office, a half-seen face in a train window, to write about the continents and the populations of our dreams, about love and death, good and evil, the end of the world” (Cheever, 1993: 146-147).

CHEEVER, John (1993). The Journals. London: Vintage.