In Sweet Thursday, John Steinbeck rambles back to Cannery Row a couple years after World War II has ended. The pilchers have been fished out, the canneries are closed. 188 more words
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If it wasn’t for the last moment I wouldn’t get anything done.
It’s not that I do my best work as a deadline approaches – it’s more that I don’t do anything until a deadline approaches. 502 more words