What If Criticism Is A Science As

The Objective World Is The Order Of Nature, Thinking Or Reflection Follows The Suggestions Of Sense Experience, And Words Are The Servomechanisms Of Reflection.

[science Fiction Is] A Mode Of Romance With A Strong Inherent Tendency To Myth.

Poetry Can Only Be Made Out Of Other Poems; Novels Out Of Other Novels.

Metaphors Of Unity And Integration Take Us Only So Far, Because They Are Derived From The Finiteness Of The Human Mind.

The Traveler From Europe Edges Into It Like A Tiny Jonah Entering An Inconceivably Large Whale, Slipping Past The Straits Of Belle Isle Into The Gulf Of St. Lawrence, Where Five Canadian Provinces Surround Him, For The Most Part Invisible... To Enter Canada Is A Matter Of Being Silently Swallowed By An Alien Continent.