Happiness and bleakness are not Orion and Scorpius, unable to occupy the same space in one’s emotional sky. Darkness has little to do with good manners; feistiness is irrelevant to politeness. I never set out to write about melancholy and loneliness and despondency. I keep my self to myself and I do not impose on my characters’ fates; among them I am as private as I am in life. The posthumous reputation of one’s words, truthful or misleading, is a eulogy given by others.
