Every Good Time That Goes On Too

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

Complainers Change Their Complaints, But They Never Reduce The Amount Of Time Spent In Complaining.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.

The Novel Avoids The Sublime And Seeks Out The Interesting.

Consciousness Is Our Only Reprieve From Time.