Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
At the end of 'Illusions,' readers should see the inevitable coming.
As I write at the end, if we step back and face the enormity of the torrent, then we have taken the first step to imagining what we might want to do about it.
Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.
If you like to read, sometimes it's interesting just to go and see what the reality is, of the word, of the seedy or not so seedy fiction writer, the drunk or sober poet... Sometimes you can go looking for illumination.
Words are the money of fools.
The torrent of centuries rolling over the human race, has continually brought new perfections, the cause of which, ever active though unseen, is found in the demands made by our senses, which always in their turns demand to be occupied.
In the end, what's any good reader really hoping for? That spark. That spell. That journey.
There is nothing better than a really cool mystery: you don't know what's going to happen, so you keep turning those pages or watching that series.
One feels the excitement of hearing an untold story.
Words are illusions.