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The Collector [john Fowles Book] Does Such A Good Job Of Capturing The Mindset Of A Capturer, And Also That's Become A Banal Trope Of Every Second Crime Novel: The Weirdo, Fetishistic Watcher/stalker/kidnapper/kidnapper Of Women Or Children.

She Leaped Into Space, High, Higher Than She'd Ever Been In Her Life. She Came Down With A Clean Snap, And The Crowd Scattered Like Birds From The Swing Of Her Feet.

So Much As I Enjoy Big Novels Of Epic Sweep, I Often Find, Say, If They Follow Several Generations, By The Third Generation, I'm Not Caring About The People Anymore.

I Always Wince A Little Bit When I Send Me To Each Of My New Books. I Wince At Submitting Myself To My Father's Judgment. But, Of Course, He's Such A Fond Father That He Always Writes Back, Saying It's The Greatest Thing Ever Written.

And As The Years Flowed By, Some Villagers Told Travelers Of A Beast And A Beauty Who Lived In The Castle And Could Be Seen Walking On The Battlements, And Others Told Of Two Beauties, And Others, Of Two Beasts.