The child was diseased at birth, stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean poverty the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.
I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room and God damn it died in a hotel room.
A man's work is in danger of deteriorating when he thinks he has found the one best formula for doing it. If he thinks that, he is likely to feel that all he needs is merely to go on repeating himself ... so long as a person is searching for better ways of doing his work, he is fairly safe.