Life, After All, Should Go

It Was Adam Appleby's Misfortune That At The Moment Of Awakening From Sleep His Consciousness Was Immediately Flooded With Everything He Least Wanted To Think About

Language Is The Net That Holds Thought Trapped Within A Particular Culture. But If One Could Only Strike The Ball With Sufficient Force, With Perfect Timing, It Would Perhaps Break Through The Netting, Continue On Its Course, Never Fall To Earth, But Go Into Orbit Around The World.

Paraphrase, In The Sense Of Summary, Is As Indispensable To The Novel-critic As Close Analysis Is To The Critic Of Lyric Poetry. The Natural Deduction Is That Novels Are Paraphrasable Whereas Poems Are Not. But This Is A False Deduction Because Close Analysis Is Itself A Disguised Form Of Paraphrase.

Any Language Is Necessarily A Finite System Applied With Different Degrees Of Creativity To An Infinite Variety Of Situations, And Most Of The Words And Phrases We Use Are "prefabricated" In The Sense That We Don't Coin New Ones Every Time We Speak.

Perhaps That's What We're All Looking For - Desire Undiluted By Habit.