Morris Read Through The Letter. Was It

Paraphrase, In The Sense Of Summary, Is As Indispensable To The Novel-critic As Close Analysis Is To The Critic Of Lyric Poetry. The Natural Deduction Is That Novels Are Paraphrasable Whereas Poems Are Not. But This Is A False Deduction Because Close Analysis Is Itself A Disguised Form Of Paraphrase.

Life, After All, Should Go Forwards, Not Backwards.

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another, From One Action To Another, From One Level Of A Text To Another. The Text Unveils Itself Before Us, But Never Allows Itself To Be Possessed; And Instead Of Trying To Possess It We Should Take Pleasure In Its Teasing

Four Times, Under Our Educational Rules, The Human Pack Is Shuffled And Cut - At Eleven-plus, Sixteen-plus, Eighteen-plus And Twenty-plus - And Happy Is He Who Comes Top Of The Deck On Each Occasion, But Especially The Last. This Is Called Finals, The Very Name Of Which Implies That Nothing Of Importance Can Happen After It.

Language Is The Net That Holds Thought Trapped Within A Particular Culture. But If One Could Only Strike The Ball With Sufficient Force, With Perfect Timing, It Would Perhaps Break Through The Netting, Continue On Its Course, Never Fall To Earth, But Go Into Orbit Around The World.