He wanted to know why and how.

His was deliberate creative genius, and, before he began a story or poem, the thing itself was already alive in his brain, with the end in sight and the means of realizing that end in his conscious possession.

Otherwise the effort was doomed to failure.

On the other hand, he appreciated the chance effects in words and phrases that came lightly and easily into his brain, and that later stood all tests of beauty and power and developed tremendous and incommunicable connotations.

Before such he bowed down and marvelled, knowing that they were beyond the deliberate creation of any man.