One's First Book, Kiss, Home Run Is

As Between Mileage And Experience Choose Experience.

Socrates Called Himself A Midwife Of Ideas. A Great Book Is Often Such A Midwife, Delivering To Full Existence What Has Been Coiled Like An Embryo In The Dark, Silent Depths Of The Brain.

Wine Is Poetry In A Bottle.

Gertrude Stein Was Masterly In Making Nothing Happen Very Slowly

Seriously, I Do Not Know What To Say Of This Book [ Absalom, Absalom!] Except That It Seem To Point To The Final Blowup Of What Was Once A Remarkable, If Minor, Talent… This Is A Penny Dreadful Tricked Up In Fancy Language And Given A Specious Depth By The Expert Manipulation Of A Series Of Eccentric Technical Tricks. The Characters Have No Magnitude And No Meaning Because They Have No More Reality Than A Mince-pie Nightmare.