I Think The Close Work I Do

Maybe The Truth Does Not Matter, But I Want To Know It If Only So That I Can Come To Some Conclusions About Such Questions As: Whether He Is Angry With Me Or Not; If He Is, Then How Angry; Whether He Still Loves Me Or Not; If He Does, Then How Much; Whether He Loves Me Or Not; How Much; How Capable He Is Of Deceiving Me In The Act And After The Act In The Telling.

When I'm Trying A New Form- Trying To Do Something I'm Not Used To Doing, Which Was True Of The Novel.

I Don't Feel I Have To Struggle Against Allegory. I Let The Readers Do The Interpreting.

I Don't Believe, In The End, That There Is Any Such Thing As No Style. Even A Very Neutral, Plain Style, One That Doesn't Use Colloquialisms, Lyrical Flourishes, Heavy Supplies Of Metaphor, Etc., Is A Style, And It Becomes A Writer's Characteristic Style Just As Much As A Thicker, Richer Deployment Of Idiom And Vocabulary.

The Translator, A Lonely Sort Of Acrobat, Becomes Confused In A Labyrinth Of Paradox, Or Climbs A Pyramid Of Dependent Clauses And Has To Invent A Way Down From It In His Own Language.