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A novel is a mirror walking down a road…
Many books open with an author's assurance of order. One slipped into their waters with a silent paddle…
But novels commenced with hesitation or chaos. Readers were never fully in balance. A door a lock a weir opened and they rushed through, one hand holding a gunnel, the other a hat.
Michael Ondaatje "the english patient"
blanc - 27. Aug, 13:58
