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And then, it just goes on about something else,
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doesn't tell you what that phone call was.
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It was his father's assassination.
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Like those absences in other parts of his writing,
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I think this absence, this failure of any birth,
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it marks a sort of vanishing point of art,
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that art somehow
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can't quite compete with the real inventiveness of nature and of human persons.
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He's going to try.
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He's going to try to give us a living prose,
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but this is the end against which it finds itself pressed.
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Next time, we're turning to a very different kind of writing,