Also I suppose that when I read the story through again from
the first page to the last, I shall recreate the feeling in which I lived
when I wrote it, and it will become a part of my own identity again. That
distance between himself and his work, however, which immediately begins
to grow as soon as a book leaves the author's hands for those of the
public, is a thing which, I suppose, must come to one who produces a work
of the imagination. It is no doubt due to the fact that every piece of
art which has individuality and real likeness to the scenes and character
it is intended to depict is done in a kind of trance. The author, in
effect, self-hypnotises himself, has created an atmosphere which is
separate and apart from that of his daily surroundings, and by virtue of
his imagination becomes absorbed in that atmosphere. When the book is
finished and it goes forth, when the imagination is relaxed and the
concentration of mind is withdrawn, the atmosphere disappears, and then.
One experiences what I feel when I take up 'The Weavers' and, in a sense,
wonder how it was done, such as it is.
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