It Is What We Are Forced To

I Don't Think It's Possible To Write A Good Novel Around A Negative Personality.

The Novel As We Knew It In The Nineteenth Century Was Killed Off By Proust And Joyce.

The Ratio Of Literacy To Illiteracy Is Constant, But Nowadays The Illiterates Can Read And Write.

An Uncertain Evil Causes Anxiety Because, At The Bottom Of One's Heart, One Goes On Hoping Till The Last Moment That It May Not Be True; A Certain Evil, On The Other Hand, Instills, For A Time, A Kind Of Dreary Tranquillity.

And We All Know Love Is A Glass Which Makes Even A Monster Appear Fascinating.