But it gets on my nerves.

Instead of sitting down at my desk with nothing in my mind but my day's work to slog through, I hear her voice and I have to say to myself, 'Go to.

I am a genius.

I mustn't write like any common fellow.

I must produce the work of a genius.' It really plays the devil with me." He walked excitedly about the library, flourishing a cigar and scattering the ash about the carpet.