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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi1002.phi001.perseus-eng2" type="translation" xml:lang="eng"><div n="10" type="textpart" subtype="book"><div n="3" type="textpart" subtype="chapter"><div n="22" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p> we come to the most important consideration of all, that the advantages
                            of privacy are lost when we dictate. Everyone, however, will agree that
                            the absence of company and deep silence are most conducive to writing,
                            though I would not go so far as to concur in the opinion of those who
                            think woods and groves the most suitable localities for the purpose, on
                            the ground that the freedom of the sky and the charm of the surroundings
                            produce sublimity of thought and wealth of inspiration. </p></div><div n="23" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p> Personally I regard such an environment as a <pb n="v10-12 p.105"/>
                            pleasant luxury rather than a stimulus to study. For whatever causes us
                            delight, must necessarily distract us from the concentration due to our
                            work. The mind cannot devote its undivided and sincere attention to a
                            number of things at the same time, and wherever it turns its gaze it
                            must cease to contemplate its appointed task. </p></div><div n="24" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p> Therefore, the charm of the woods, the gliding of the stream, the breeze
                            that murmurs in the branches, the song of birds, and the very freedom
                            with which our eyes may range, are mere distractions, and in my opinion
                            the pleasure which they excite is more likely to relax than to
                            concentrate our attention. </p></div><div n="25" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p> Demosthenes took a wiser view; for he would retire to a place <note anchored="true" place="unspecified"> An underground room. See Plut.
                                    <hi rend="italic">Dem.</hi> vii. </note> where no voice was to
                            be heard, and no prospect greeted the sight, for fear that his eyes
                            might force his mind to neglect its duty. Therefore, let the burner of
                            the midnight oil seclude himself in the silence of night, within closed
                            doors, with but a solitary lamp to light his labours. </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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