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It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.
Source: Twelve Days, ch. 1 (1928).
-- Vita Sackville-West, (Mar 9 1892-1962), English novelist, poet; She wrote chiefly about the Kentish countryside, where she spent most of her life.