It Is, Of Course, The

It Is, Of Course, The First Recourse Of Every Elitist To See Social Barbarism In Others.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.

What I Mean Is This: You Meet Someone, You Think About Them. You're Already Changing Because Of The Way You Think About Them. You Meet Them Again, You Think About Them Some More, You're Changing Again. And On It Goes. You Are Changing Right Now. Before My Eyes.

If Critics Of 'readable Fiction' Want Literature To Change The Ways People Dream, They Need First To Come Down From The Mountain And Speak To The People.