What Reader Wants To Be Told What

He Who Hesitates Is Not Only Lost, But Miles From The Next Exit.

One Could Drown In Irrelevance.

I Think The Novel, Its Business Is The Investigation Of Human Nature.

I’ll Wait For You. Come Back. The Words Were Not Meaningless, But They Didn’t Touch Him Now. It Was Clear Enough - One Person Waiting For Another Was Like An Arithmetical Sum, And Just As Empty Of Emotion. Waiting. Simply One Person Doing Nothing, Over Time, While Another Approached. Waiting Was A Heavy Word.

We Know So Little About Each Other. We Lie Mostly Submerged, Like Ice Floes, With Our Visible Social Selves Projecting Only Cool And White.