I Didn't Think; I Experimented.

Alex Like Groweth Up, Oh Yes.

All Novels Are Experimental.

The Meal Was Pretentious - A Kind Of Beetroot Soup With Greasy Croutons; Pork Underdone With Loud Vulgar Cabbage, Potato Croquettes, Tinned Peas In Tiny Jam-tart Cases, Watery Gooseberry Sauce; Trifle Made With A Resinous Wine, So Jammy That All My Teeth Lit Up At Once.

Life Is Sustained By The Grinding Opposition Of Moral Entities.

For The Serious Artist Does Not Satisfy Needs