A Novel That Does Not Uncover A

Is Not Parody The Eternal Lot Of Man?

The Novelist Teaches The Reader To Comprehend The World As A Question.

Beauty Has Long Since Disappeared. It Has Slipped Beneath The Surface Of The Noise, The Noise Of Words, Sunk Deep As Atlantis. The Only Thing Left Of It Is The Word, Whose Meaning Loses Clarity From Year To Year.

The Border Between Good And Evil Is Terribly Fuzzy.

I Cannot Hate Them Because Nothing Binds Me To Them; I Have Nothing In Common With Them.