The question with the novel is not simply who’s good, but who is affecting what may come next.
“It was blacker than olives the night I left. As I ran past the palaces, oddly joyful, it began to rain. What a notion it is, after all – these small shapes! I would get lost counting them. Who first thought of it? How did he describe it to the others? Out on the sea it is raining too. It beats on no one.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Rain”