Iris Murdoch, Under The Net (Penguin Books, 1960) p. 31
24 Nov 2012
The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a café will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It's already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.
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