Not that it Matters

A.A. Milne
Not that it Matters

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Not That it Matters by A. A. Milne

CONTENTS
The Pleasure of Writing Acacia Road My Library The Chase
Superstition The Charm of Golf Goldfish Saturday to Monday The
Pond A Seventeenth-century Story Our Learned Friends A Word for
Autumn A Christmas Number No Flowers by Request The Unfairness
of Things Daffodils A Household Book Lunch The Friend of Man The
Diary Habit Midsummer Day At the Bookstall "Who's Who" A Day at
Lord's By the Sea Golden Fruit Signs of Character Intellectual
Snobbery A Question of Form A Slice of Fiction The Label The
Profession Smoking as a Fine Art The Path to Glory A Problem in
Ethics The Happiest Half-hours of Life Natural Science On Going Dry
A Misjudged Game A Doubtful Character Thoughts on Thermometers
For a Wet Afternoon Declined with Thanks On Going into a House The
Ideal Author

Not That it Matters

The Pleasure of Writing

Sometimes when the printer is waiting for an article which really
should have been sent to him the day before, I sit at my desk and

wonder if there is any possible subject in the whole world upon which I
can possibly find anything to say. On one such occasion I left it to Fate,
which decided, by means of a dictionary opened at random, that I
should deliver myself of a few thoughts about goldfish. (You will find
this article later on in the book.) But to-day I do not need to bother
about a subject. To-day I am without a care. Nothing less has happened
than that I have a new nib in my pen.
In the ordinary way, when Shakespeare writes a tragedy, or Mr. Blank
gives you one of his charming little essays, a certain amount of thought
goes on before pen is put to paper. One cannot write "Scene I. An Open
Place. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Three Witches," or "As I look up
from my window, the nodding daffodils beckon to me to take the
morning," one cannot give of one's best in this way on the spur of the
moment. At least, others cannot. But when I have a new nib in my pen,
then I can go straight from my breakfast to the blotting-paper, and a
new sheet of foolscap fills itself magically with a stream of blue-black
words. When poets and idiots talk of the pleasure of writing, they mean
the pleasure of giving a piece of their minds to the public; with an old
nib a tedious business. They do not mean (as I do) the pleasure of the
artist in seeing beautifully shaped "k's" and sinuous "s's" grow beneath
his steel. Anybody else writing this article might wonder "Will my
readers like it?" I only tell myself "How the compositors will love it!"
But perhaps they will not love it. Maybe I am a little above their heads.
I remember on one First of January receiving an anonymous postcard
wishing me a happy New Year, and suggesting that I should give the
compositors a happy New Year also by writing more generously. In
those days I got a thousand words upon one sheet 8 in. by 5 in. I
adopted the suggestion, but it was a wrench; as it would be for a painter
of miniatures forced to spend
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