without stint

The fertile land — encompassed now by parts of Israel, the West Bank, Gaza, Jordan, Syria and Lebanon — was a place where one could, according to Deuteronomy, “eat food without stint,” rich as it was with ancient ingredients like wheat, barley, vines, figs, pomegranates, olive trees and honey.

‘But once you enter this it must be all. First and foremost. Your work now and forever. You must give of your whole self without stint, without hope of personal return, without rest or hope of rest.’

The chapters purporting to be from young James’s journal display the writer’s incessant psychological analysis of his own artistic method: “The thing is to see them,” he writes, “to see one’s characters in all their complexity, all their blind groping, engaged as they must be in the hubbub of connection and courtship and ‘getting on’ where clarity lies remote, and to represent them without stint, yet without embellishment, to have them feel the beat of their hearts though they may not know for what their hearts beat.”

“It’s just a loan. God knows, I hate for my blooden children to reproach me. But I give them what was mine without stint. Cheerful I give them, without stint. And now they deny me. Addie. It was lucky for you you died, Addie.”

“It’s just a loan. God knows, I hate for my blooden children to reproach me. But I give them what was mine without stint. Cheerful I give them, without stint. And now they deny me. Addie. It was lucky for you you died, Addie.”