The arrangement of ideas

[sawyl]

Struggling with my latest essay, I find myself remembering the final, fateful, encounter between Fosco and Walter Hartright:

The Count walked to a writing-table near the window, opened his desk, and took from it several quires of paper and a bundle of quill pens. He scattered the pens about the table, so that they might lie ready in all directions to be taken up when wanted, and then cut the paper into a heap of narrow slips, of the form used by professional writers for the press. "I shall make this a remarkable document," he said, looking at me over his shoulder. "Habits of literary composition are perfectly familiar to me. One of the rarest of all the intellectual accomplishments that a man can possess is the grand faculty of arranging his ideas. Immense privilege! I possess it. Do you?"

Unlike the Count, I find myself perfectly well able to arrange my ideas but completely unable to commit them to an external storage medium. I hope for better things tomorrow.