A modern philosopher who has never once suspected himself of being a charlatan must be such a shallow mind that his work is probably not worth reading.
You know that sickening feeling of inadequacy and over-exposure you feel when you look upon your own empurpled prose? Relax into the awareness that this ghastly sensation will never, ever leave you, no matter how successful and publicly lauded you become. It is intrinsic to the real business of writing and should be cherished.
Writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.
There are my 'Poe' pieces and my 'Dunsany pieces' —but alas— where are any Lovecraft pieces?
We are all failures- at least the best of us are.
