Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

The Writer Is Driven By His Conviction That Some Truths Aren't Arrived At So Easily, That Life Is Still Full Of Mystery, That It Might Be Better For You, Dear Reader, If You Went Back To The Living Section Of Your Newspaper Because This Is The Dying Section And You Don't Really Want To Be Here.

All Human Existence Is A Trick Of Light.

A Mystery Novel Localizes The Awesome Force Of The Real Death Outside The Book, Winds It Tightly In A Plot.

The Less There Was To See, The Harder He Looked, The More He Saw. (point Omega)

The More Things I Threw Away, The More I Found.