She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.
“Henry James wanted to write a book in the shape of an hourglass. Flaubert wanted to write a novel about nothing. What I’ve learned is that the muses’ decision to sing or not to sing is not based on the elevation of your moral purpose — they will sing or not regardless.”
John Barth