had I not the right
dislike dislikable man
feeling to this day
“… because it was a portion of the only genius he possessed to make me feel guilty for disliking him. It was a guilt I had no reason to feel — had I not the right to dislike a dislikable man? — and yet I go on unreasonably feeling it to this day. I perceive that even writing about him now, so long after his death, will not diminish my guilt. He has me locked in an embrace that nothing as simple as his death or the passage of time can release me from. It was his gift to gather a person in against his will and then never let go”
From Here at the New Yorker by Brendan Gill, New York, Random House, 1975.
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