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it’s like arguing with the devil

He tells me that the vision of life that’s in my work is not real; it’s much less bad, dark, mischievous, painful etc than real life. It holds out some belief in the essential goodness of people. It is a picture of the way I’d like life to be rather than the way it really is.

‘I’m afraid your pe…

—p.155 How to End a Story: Collected Diaries, 1978-1998 Yellow Notebook: Diaries Volume I 1978-1987 (1) by Helen Garner
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the mighty force

Clear statement: I have very strong urges (irresistible urges) towards some kind of religious or, rather, spiritual experience. This frightens me, not because the spirituality in things is so inscrutable but because I don’t know what it will do to my ordinary life arrangements, my friendships, my a…

—p.152 Yellow Notebook: Diaries Volume I 1978-1987 (1) by Helen Garner
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he’ll be like the Russians project/wine-story

He’ll be like the Russians: he’ll retreat and retreat and retreat until I freeze to death.

—p.151 Yellow Notebook: Diaries Volume I 1978-1987 (1) by Helen Garner
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we guessed they had met through a dating agency inspo/characterisation

A couple passed us on the beach. We guessed they had met through a dating agency. I said the man couldn’t find a woman because he talked all the time and expected her to listen. F said the woman couldn’t find a man because she listened all the time with her head on one side and made attention-murmu…

—p.146 Yellow Notebook: Diaries Volume I 1978-1987 (1) by Helen Garner
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I can’t even get into the Oxford book

In the bookshop I picked up the new Oxford Anthology of Australian Literature, a book whose existence was unknown to me. I knew I could not be represented in it because they would have had to ask my permission. I examined its index. No, I wasn’t there. I felt the world seesaw. I walked to the tram …

—p.146 Yellow Notebook: Diaries Volume I 1978-1987 (1) by Helen Garner