I Don't Like Allegory.

Ever Since I Was Two, I've Loved Octopuses, Monsters, Abandoned Buildings.

I Do, However, Feel Reasonably Strongly The Sense That The Job Of A Piece Of Argumentative Scholarly Non-fiction Is Not The Same As The Job Of A Piece Of Fiction.

I Always Felt Sorry For The Sidekick As A Kid. They Never Got Their Due And It Left A Very Bad Taste In The Mouth - They Are Defined By A Subordinate Relationship To Someone Else. I Always Felt Like A Bit Of Sidekick When I Was A Kid And It Didn't Feel Fair.

We Would Never Call Inexplicable Little Insights Hunches, For Fear Of Drawing The Universe's Attention. But They Happened, And You Knew You Had Been In The Proximity Of One That Had Come Through If You Saw A Detective Kiss His Or Her Fingers And Touch His Or Her Chest Where A Pendant To Warsha, Patron Saint Of Inexplicable Inspirations, Would, Theoretically, Hang.

I Differ With Myself Then Agree, Like The Rock That Was Broken And Cemented Together. I Change My Opinion.