The material came bubbling up inside like a geyser or an oil gusher. It streamed up of its own accord, down my arm and out of my fountain pen in a torrent of six thousand words a day.
C. S. ForesterAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: english
- Born: July 27, 1899
- Died: April 2, 1966
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