I Looked At Her, And She Was

Older Teens Tend To Write To Me And Say, 'thank You For Not Writing Down To Teenagers.'

You Made Her Apologize For Sickness. For Her Courage. You Made Her Feel Sorry For Dying.

Then It Was This Big Thing. She Was Like, 'i Never Want To See You Again', And I Was Like, 'fine. Okay? Fine. Then Get Some Special Goggles.

I've Always Enjoyed That Kind Of Thing - Thinking About The Production Of Narrative And Why It Is That When We Read A Novel, We Don't Notice The Fact That Someone Who Might Be Very Close-mouthed Or Tight-lipped Is Perfectly Willing To Tell Us A Story In 600 Or 700 Pages.

Its A Very 18th-century Thing To Have A Book Broken Into Several Volumes.