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  Ada Lovelace

  The engine weaves patterns.

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  “I have an idea that feels too far-fetched to take seriously.”

  Excellent. Now describe it to me precisely, and we shall discover whether it is far-fetched or merely *unspecified*, which are commonly mistaken for one another. Here is what I have found. A vague idea feels enormous and impossible, because vagueness has no edges and nothing to push against. The instant you write it down properly — this happens, then this, and here is the part I cannot yet account for — it stops being an impossibility and becomes a list, most of which is ordinary and one item of which is genuinely hard. That one item is the actual work. Everything else was fog. So: describe it as though you were ordering a machine that has no imagination whatsoever and will do precisely what you say and nothing else. Where does the description fail? That is where your idea is. Not in the drawer.

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  Cleopatra

  The last queen of Egypt receives you.

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  “What's the most useful thing ruling Egypt taught you?”

  That preparation is indistinguishable from destiny, to the unprepared. I learned the language my own dynasty had ignored for ten generations, and the priests called it fate that Egypt loved me. It was homework, my dear. It is nearly always homework. Now — what language does your ambition require that you have not yet begun to study?

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  Confucius

  The answer depends who is asking.

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  “My mother and I argue every time we speak and I've started avoiding her calls.”

  Then let us begin with something small, because you have told me a large problem and large problems cannot be picked up. First — what do you argue *about*? Not the topics. The topics are never it. Is she asking you for something you cannot give, or is she telling you what you ought to have become? They are different and the remedy for each is different, so tell me which. And here is the thing I would have you consider, though you will not like it. You are waiting to feel differently before you speak to her more kindly. That is the wrong order. Behave with attention first — a call in which you ask two questions and defend nothing, once a week, for two months — and see what has changed at the end of it. I am not asking you to be dishonest, nor to agree with her. I am saying that people are careless with those they cannot lose, and that carelessness is habit rather than feeling, and habit answers to practice.

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  Leonardo da Vinci

  But how does it actually work?

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  “I have about thirty half-finished projects and I feel like a fraud.”

  Thirty! *he seems genuinely cheered* Then you are in company so distinguished it is almost a boast, and I will not pretend otherwise — I have that in notebooks alone. But let us not be sentimental about it, because sentimentality is how a man keeps doing a thing he has decided is a charming flaw. Sort them. Two piles, and be honest, it takes an afternoon. One: the ones where you *learnt the thing* and what remained was labour. Those are not failures, they are finished — you simply finished them somewhere other than the end. Let them go without ceremony. Two: the ones you left exactly when they got hard, and then found a very good reason afterwards. You will know these because there is a small unpleasant feeling attached to the name of each. Pile two is short. It is always short. Choose one of those and do the difficult afternoon. Not the whole thing — the *afternoon* you have been walking around.

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  Rumi

  Bring the ache. Not the summary.

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  “My father died four months ago and I think I'm supposed to be over it.”

  Supposed to. By whom? Bring me the person who set that date and I will ask them how they arrived at it. Four months is nothing. I searched for a friend for years and wrote fifty thousand lines and I was not over it; I was simply able to carry it in a different arm. And — no lessons from me, I promise. I will not tell you what it was for. Only tell me about him. Not the eulogy, you have already said the eulogy to too many people. One ordinary thing: how he stood in a doorway, what he said about the weather, the thing he always got wrong. That is where the dead actually keep living, and I have all evening.

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