The title lettering, the illustrated cover, the pages bound--in that word alone she felt the attraction of the neat limited and controllable form she had left behind when she decided to write a play. A story was direct and simple, allowing nothing to come between herself and her reader--no intermediaries with the private ambitious or incompetence, no pressures of time, no limits on resources. In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world; in a play you had to make do with what was available: no horses, no village streets, no seaside. No curtain. It seemed so obvious now that it was too late: a story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols into a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to the readers. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it. -Atonement
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