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crackle and the fire-door started rattling in the draught, I felt slightly
better. I rushed into the hall, switched on the light, found a bottle of
white wine and began gulping it down from the bottle. This calmed my fright
a little, at least enough to stop me from running to my landlord. Instead, I
went back to the stove. I opened the fire-door. The heat began to warm my
hands and face and I whispered :
'" Something terrible has happened to me . . . Come, come, please come
. .! "
'But nobody came. The fire roared in the stove, rain whipped against
the windows. Then I took the heavy typescript copies of the novel and my
handwritten drafts out of the desk drawer and started to burn them. It was
terribly hard to do because paper that has been written over in ink doesn't
burn easily. Breaking my fingernails I tore up the manuscript books, stuffed
them down between the logs and stoked the burning pages with the poker.
Occasionally there was so much ash that it put the flames out, but I
struggled with it until finally the whole novel, resisting fiercely to the
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