Katharine would calculate that she had never known her write for
more than ten minutes at a time.
Ideas came to her chiefly when she was in motion. She liked to
perambulate the room with a duster in
her hand, with which she stopped to polish the backs of already lustrous
books, musing and romancing
as she did so. Suddenly the right phrase or the penetrating point of
view would suggest itself, and she
would drop her duster and write ecstatically for a few breathless
moments; and then the mood would
pass away, and the duster would be sought for, and the old books
polished again.
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