You Can Always Count On A Murderer

Between The Wolf In The Tall Grass And The Wolf In The Tall Story There Is A Shimmering Go-between. That Go-between, That Prism, Is The Art Of Literature.

It Was Love At First Sight, At Last Sight, At Ever And Ever Sight.

One Is Always At Home In One's Past.

Play! Invent The World! Invent Reality!

There Is Only One Real Number: One. And Love, Apparently, Is The Best Exponent Of This Singularity.