She turned to the diary, mostly because it was the only writing that did not make her so blocked that her arm grew rigid and she literally could not move her pen, which happened now when she attempted to write fiction. Robert tried to help by getting her an assignment to write an article on astrology for Vogue. She thought she wrote it "lightly," but Robert thought it not "flippant" enough. "You must flip!" he insisted. "I can't flip," she replied sadly, and abandoned it.
- Deirdre Blair, Anaïs Nin
....poor Anaïs, stuck with her unsympathetic women biographers. I can't flip, either.
descensus Averno facilis est