But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.
Arthur Young's Reflexive Universe - fascinating but too schematic to fit into my scheme. The most I could hope for was a sense of the vocabulary and some possible images.
The simplest science book is over my head.
The day is breaking someone else's heart.
Class is classlessness.
Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.