What Is It Precisely, That Feeling Of

How Can A Novelist Achieve Atonement When, With Her Absolute Power Of Deciding Outcomes, She Is Also God? There Is No One, No Entity Or Higher Form That She Can Appeal To, Or Be Reconciled With, Or That Can Forgive Her. There Is Nothing Outside Her. In Her Imagination She Has Set The Limits And The Terms. No Atonement For God, Or Novelists, Even If They Are Atheists. It Was Always An Impossible Task, And That Was Precisely The Point. The Attempt Was All.

I've Never Had A Moment's Doubt. I Love You. I Believe In You Completely. You Are My Dearest One. My Reason For Life.

It Was Always The View Of My Parents...that Hot Weather Encouraged Loose Morals Among Young People.

Was It Possible That I Was, In The Modern Term, In Denial?

Nothing Was To Be Lost By Beginning At The Beginning.