Art Is Partly Communication, But

Percival Was Mouse-coloured And Had Not Been Very Attractive Even To His Mother.

I've Come Across A Novel Called The Palm-wine Drinkard, By The Nigerian Writer Amos Tutuola, That Is Really Remarkable Because It Is A Kind Of Fantasy Of West African Mythology All Told In West African English Which, Of Course, Is Not The Same As Standard English.

The Conch Exploded Into A Thousand White Fragments And Ceased To Exist.

Which Is Better -- To Be A Pack Of Painted Indians Like You Are, Or To Be Sensible Like Ralph Is? Which Is Better -- To Have Rules And Agree, Or To Hunt And Kill? Which Is Better, Law And Rescue, Or Hunting And Breaking Things Up?

They Looked At Each Other, Baffled, In Love And Hate.