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‘. . . I have never worked so quickly; as a
rule, an idea must keep growing in my mind for
months before I begin writing.’
On the 9th of March we had the first reading
of our work to a familiar circle. Up to this
moment our pleasures and our illusions had
been constantly increasing. I never remember
having seen Sonia so beaming with delight.
But on hearing it read to others we were
struck by all its faults and shortcomings, and
our plays, which had been written in feverish
haste, had now to pass through the ordeal of
re-modelling.
During the whole winter Sonia was incapable
of giving attention to her mathematical work;
and yet the term of competition for the Prix
Bordin had been fixed, and she ought to have
devoted all her efforts to the task.
Mittag Leffler, who felt in a way responsible
for her, and who thought it might be of great
importance for her to win this prize, was in
despair when every time he called he found her
in her drawing-room working at a piece of
embroidery. She had got a mania for this
occupation; while her needle moved in and out
mechanically, her thoughts worked apace, and
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