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As A Teenager In Brooklyn Quentin Had Often Imagined Himself Engaged In Martial Heroics, But After This He Knew, As A Cold Immutable Fact, That He Would Do Anything Necessary, Sacrificing Whatever Or Whomever He Had To, To Avoid Risking Exposure To Physical Violence. Shame Never Came Into It. He Embraced His New Identity As A Coward. He Would Run In The Other Direction. He Would Lie Down And Cry And Put His Arms Over His Head Or Play Dead. It Didn't Matter What He Had To Do, He Would Do It And Be Glad.

The New Web Is A Very Different Thing. It's A Tool For Bringing Together The Small Contributions Of Millions Of People And Making Them Matter. Silicon Valley Consultants Call It Web 2.0, As If It Were A New Version Of Some Old Software. But It's Really A Revolution.

My Ultimate Goal Is To Drive People Back To The Books, When I Think Of An Adaptation.

And I'm Not As Young As I Once Was. At My Age, I Don't Have Time To Be Bored.

When The Oldest Chatwin, Melancholy Martin, Opens The Cabinet Of The Grandfather Clock That Stands In A Dark, Narrow Back Hallway In His Aunt’s House And Slip Through Into Fillory...it’s Like He’s Opening The Covers Of A Book, But A Book That Did What Books Always Promised To Do And Never Ac Tually Quite Did: Get You Out, Really Out, Of Where You Were And Into Something Better.