The Narration, In Fact, Doubles The Drama

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.

The Only Thing Of Which One Can Be Guilty Is Of Having Given Ground Relative To One's Desire.

The Unconscious Is Structured Like A Language.

I Think Where I Am Not, Therefore I Am Where I Do Not Think. I Am Not Whenever I Am The Plaything Of My Thought; I Think Of What I Am Where I Do Not Think To Think.

Aside From That Reservation, A Fictive Tale Even Has The Advantage Of Manifesting Symbolic Necessity More Purely To The Extent That We May Believe Its Conception Arbitrary.