The Novel Does Not Simply Recount Experience,

All My Life I Have Said, "whatever Happens There Will Always Be Tables And Chairs"--and What A Mistake.

One Can Suffer A Convulsion Of One's Entire Nature, And, Unless It Makes Some Noise, No One Notices. It's Not Just That We Are Incurious; We Completely Lack Any Sense Of Each Other's Existences.

No Object Is Mysterious. The Mystery Is Your Eye.

If A Theme Or Idea Is Too Near The Surface, The Novel Becomes Simply A Tract Illustrating An Idea.

Convention Was Our Safeguard: Could One Have Stronger?