There Are Many Reasons Why Novelists Write,

The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?" "by Love.

Like All Mystics (and Many Novelists, Not Least The Present One) He Is Baffled, A Child, Before The Real Now; Far Happier Out Of It, In A Narrative Past Or A Prophetic Future, Locked Inside That Weird Tence Grammar Does Not Allow, The Imaginary Present.

That Is The Great Distinction Between The Sexes. Men See Objects, Women See The Relationships Between Objects.

Time Is Not A Road - It Is A Room.

Wealth Is A Monster. It Takes A Month To Learn To Control It Financially. And Many Years To Learn To Control It Psychologically.