From his short story ‘Tristan’:
Rushing was the very last thing his words seemed to be doing; indeed, for one whose profession and social status it was to be a writer, he was making miserably slow progress, and no one could have watched him without reaching the conclusion that a writer is a man to whom writing comes harder than to anyone else.
From Death in Venice and Other Stories
Published 1998 by Vintage
Adventures of a Girl Coder 