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This Progressive Effacement Of Human Relationships Is Not Without Certain Problems For The Novel. How, In Point Of Fact, Would One Handle The Narration Of Those Unbridled Passions, Stretching Over Many Years, And At Times Making Their Effect Felt On Several Generations? We’re A Long Way From Wuthering Heights, To Say The Least. The Novel Form Is Not Conceived For Depicting Indifference Or Nothingness; A Flatter, More Terse, And Dreary Discourse Would Need To Be Invented.

Using A Big Word Like 'plagiarism'... Always Causes Some Damage. It Will Always Do Lasting Damage, Like Accusations Of Racism.

I'd Say That The Question Whether Love Still Exists Plays The Same Role In My Novels As The Question Of God's Existence In Dostoevsky.

Depressive Lucidity, Usually Described As A Radical Withdrawal From Ordinary Human Concerns, Generally Manifests Itself By A Profound Indifference To Things Which Are Genuinely Of Minor Interest. Thus It Is Possible To Imagine A Depressed Lover, While The Idea Of A Depressed Patriot Seems Frankly Inconceivable.

I Don't Like This World. I Definitely Do Not Like It. The Society In Which I Live Disgusts Me; Advertising Sickens Me; Computers Make Me Puke.