I Like That People Who Are Not

I Never Met Anybody In My Life Who Says, I Want To Be A Critic. People Want To Be A Fireman, Poet, Novelist.

I Think The Pattern Of My Essays Is, A Funny Thing Happened To Me On My Way Through Finnegans Wake.

Unless Criticism Refuses To Take Itself Quite So Seriously Or At Least To Permit Its Readers Not To, It Will Inevitably Continue To Reflect The Finicky Canons Of The Genteel Tradition And The Depressing Pieties Of The Culture Religion Of Modernism.

Jane Austen Is At The End Of The Line That Begins With Samuel Richardson, Which Takes Wonder And Magic Out Of The Novel, Treats Not The Past But The Present.

The Text Is Merely One Of The Contexts Of A Piece Of Literature, Its Lexical Or Verbal One, No More Or Less Important Than The Sociological, Psychological, Historical, Anthropological Or Generic.