I like to be tidy-minded, but I so rarely am. Now the threads of halfremembered ideas, the fragments of halfremembered facts, blow about in my head. I can write to-day only awkwardly & uneasily, nib akimbo.
And I want to write so differently: in glowing, unaffected prose: with all the heat of my heart, or, if that is cold, with all the clear intellectual heat of the head.
”—Dylan Thomas, letter to Pamela Johnson, March 1934