Could It Ever Be Explained,

The Evasions Of Her Little Novel Were Exactly Those Of Her Life. Everything She Did Not Wish To Confront Was Also Missing From Her Novella--and Was Necessary To It.

The Cost Of Oblivious Daydreaming Was Always This Moment Of Return, The Realignment With What Had Been Before And Now Seemed A Little Worse.

You Can Spin Stories Out Of The Ways People Understand And Misunderstand Each Other.

How Easily This Unthinking Family Love Was Forgotten.

Politics Is The Enemy Of The Imagination.