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Maybe There Is A Beast… Maybe It's Only Us.

The Writer Probably Knows What He Meant When He Wrote A Book, But He Should Immediately Forget What He Meant When He's Written It.

And I've Been Wearing Specs Since I Was Three.

I Wouldn't Have Thought That The Techniques Of Story-telling, Which Is What The Novel Is After All, Can Vary Much Because There Are Two Things Involved.there's A Story And There's A Listener, Whose Attention You Have To Keep. Now The Only Way In Which You Can Keep A Reader's Attention To A Story Is In His Wanting To Know What Is Going To Happen Next. This Puts A Fairly Close Restriction On The Method You Must Use.

The Water Rose Further And Dressed Simon's Coarse Hair With Brightness. The Line Of His Cheek Silvered And The Turn Of His Shoulder Became Sculptured Marble.