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Every Reader Gets Something Different From A Book And Every Reader, In A Sense, Completes It In A Different Way.

Such Is The Cost Of Immortality. No Person Is Whole. No Person Is Free. Over Time, Some Have Determined That The Only Way To Live Is To Die. In Death, A Man Or A Woman Is Free Of The Weight Of The Past [and The Future].

So Many Little Lives, Amounting To Nothing. I Ask You: What Is Infinity Multiplied By Zero? It Is Hardly Worth Our Discussion.

That's The Fine Balance Of A Fiction Writer...to Be Able To Give Your Characters Enough Freedom To Surprise You And Yet Still Maintain Some Kind Of Artistic Control.

My Second Novel, "good Benito", Was Not Finished. I Wished That I Had Spent Another Year With It.