All Plots Tend To Move Deathward. This

Everything I've Stated May Prove To Be Total Poppycock.... Perhaps Time Will Tell. Perhaps Time Will Do Nothing Of The Kind.

I Think There Is A Sense Of Last Things In My Work That Probably Comes From A Catholic Childhood.

The Novel Is The Dream Release, The Suspension Of Reality That History Needs To Escape Its Own Brutal Confinements.

It Is All Falling Indelibly Into The Past.

There Is A World Inside The World.