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Shoes Are The First Adult Machines We Are Given To Master.

One's Head Is Finite. You Pour More And More Things Into It - Surnames, Chronologies, Affiliations - And It Packs Them Away In Its Tunnels, And Eventually You Find That You Have A Book About Something That You Publish.

In The Novel, I Can Change Things And Simplify, And Make Events Work Towards Whatever Meanings I'm Trying To Get At More Efficiently.

I Blush Easily. I Have Difficulty Meeting People's Eye, Difficulty With Public Speaking, The Normal Afflictions Of The Shy, But Not To A Paralysing Degree.

People Don't Like To Read Text On Computer Screens (and Reading A Lot Of Text On Ipod Screens Gets Very Tiring Very Soon, Just About As Soon As Running Out Of Battery Power).