Thomas Wolfe's Homeward Angel

Thomas wolfe, one evening in 19 30, was struggling to recapture the feverish spirit that had filled his first novel. He decided to give up on an uninspired hour of work get undressed for bed. But standing naked at his hotel room window, wolf found that his weariness had suddenly evaporated and that he was eager to ride again. Returning to the table, he wrote until dawn, with he recalled amazing speed, ease and sureness.