His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.
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Some understanding is required to improve at anything.
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Fitzgerald was a better just plain writer than all of us put together. Just words writing.
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Could we teach taste or genius by rules, they would be no longer taste and genius.