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Я не могу иначе.

Исповедь Руссо имеет уже тот недостаток, что он читал её своим друзьям. (М.Ю.Лермонтов.)

...If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so many people about it. About all I know is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. (J.D. Salinger)

...I did not very much care. A caracter in a writer's head, unwritten, remains a possession; his thoughts recur to it constantly, and while his imagination gradually inriches it he injoys the singular pleasure of feeling that there, in his mind, someone is living a varied and tremulous life, obedient to his fancy and yet in a queer wilful way independent of him. But when once that caracter is set down on paper it belongs to the writer no more. He forgets it. It is curious how completely a person who may have occupied your reveries for many years can thus cease to be... (William Somerset Maugham)