In Even The Happiest Love Story, The

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Like An Electric Tea-kettle, Pornography Comes To A Boil Very Fast.

Which Is The Supplement? Fantasy Or Daily Routine?

Nobody Likes To Offer Stupidity As An Excuse.