Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
The __xperimental_ writer, then, is simply following the story__ commands to the best of his human ability. The writer is not the story, the story is the story. See? Sometimes this is very hard to accept and sometimes too easy. On the one hand, there__ the writer who can__ face his fate: that the telling of a story has nothing at all to do with him; on the other hand, there__ the one who faces it too well: that the telling of the story has nothing at all to do with him
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The __xperimental_ writer, then, is simply following the story__ commands to the best of his human ability. The writer is not the story, the story is the story. See? Sometimes this is very hard to accept and sometimes too easy. On the one hand, there__ the writer who can__ face his fate: that the telling of a story has nothing at all to do with him; on the other hand, there__ the one who faces it too well: that the telling of the story has nothing at all to do with him
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