Nina:
For the happiness of being an artist, like you, I could bare the hostility of everyone around me. I could put up with poverty and disappointment, I could live on rye bread in an attic, alone with the hateful knowledge of my own imperfections. But, in return, I should demand glory! Real, dazzling, *blinding* glory!
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