[Redbook1:199][19710217d]{Crisis}[17th
February 1971]
17.2.71. [continued]
Cambridge
is doing something to me. I don't like
Cambridge, and (in general) the people in it, though I like them well enough
individually, on the whole, or at least I don't dislike them. Law is boring and lawyers are imaginative and
uncreative. My own literary urge has
risen since I arrived here until I find that it is beginning to tear me away
from law. And yet, what I write is
objectively nothing. I'm not much good
at law, either. Shall I have to make up
my mind, soon? I am changing all the
time, even since I arrived. Can I stay
here and risk *shattering myself, or stunting my own creative potential?
*[splitting]
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