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But In General, For The Purposes Of Most Novelists, The Number Of Objects Genuinely Necessary For. . .describing A Scene Will Be Found To Be Very Small.

Autumn Arrives In Early Morning, But Spring At The Close Of A Winter Day.

Each Piece Of Dialogue Must Be "something Happening". . .the "amusing" For Its Own Sake Should Above All Be Censored. . .the Functional Use Of Dialogue For The Plot Must Be The First Thing In The Writer's Mind. Where Functional Usefulness Cannot Be Established, Dialogue Must Be Left Out.

Karen, Her Elbows Folded On The Deck-rail, Wanted To Share With Someone The Pleasure In Being Alone: This Is The Paradox Of Any Happy Solitude. She Had Never Landed At Cork, So This Hill And That Hill Beyond Were As Unexpected As Pictures At Which You Say "oh Look!" Nobody Was Beside Her To Share The Moment, Which Would Have Been Imperfect With Anyone Else There.

Habit, Of Which Passion Must Be Wary, May All The Same Be The Sweetest Part Of Love.