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- 53 Enemies and Co. After Cyril Connolly So many, the enemies of promise. They’re everywhere. Larkin imagined a toad, Squatting on the back, weighing us down, called work. You’re smothered half to death by false kindness. The temp job stinks. They increased your workload. Lunch talk is dry and spiteful. You grip your fork While they gloat about the last vacation. They couldn’t care less about your efforts To improve the novel or refine verse. Parents urged law school—you’ll need a pension. What if your prospects plunge from worse to worst? There’s much more hope in pharms and e-commerce. We’re all in it. It’s how writers’ lives go. Forget the rest: you’ll be your own worst foe. ...

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