Is A Novel Anything But A Trap

In Eroticism As Dance: One Of The Partners Is Always Charged With Leading The Other.

But Then He Told Himself: What Does It Really Mean To Be Useful? Today's World, Just As It Is, Contains The Sum Of The Utility Of All People Of All Times. Which Implies: The Highest Morality Consists In Being Useless.

We Don't Know When Our Name Came Into Being Or How Some Distant Ancestor Acquired It. We Don't Understand Our Name At All, We Don't Know Its History And Yet We Bear It With Exalted Fidelity, We Merge With It, We Like It, We Are Ridiculously Proud Of It As If We Had Thought It Up Ourselves In A Moment Of Brilliant Inspiration.

And What Can Life Be Worth If The First Rehearsal For Life Is Life Itself?

All Great Novels, All True Novels, Are Bisexual.