If you serve time for society, democracy, and the other things quite young, and declining further enlistment make yourself responsible only to yourself, you exchange the pleasant, comforting stench of comrades for something you can never feel in any other way but by yourself. That something I cannot yet define completely but the feeling comes when you write something well and truly of something and know impersonally you have written it that way and those who are paid to read it and report on it do not like the subject so they say it is all a fake, yet you know its value absolutely…….

Ernest Hemingway, from The Green Hills of Africa
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