The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
Art, like sex, cannot be carried on indefinitely solo; after all, they have the same enemy, sterility.
But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.
Scientific truth will out, you can't hide the sun under a stone.
You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes - the wall, the wall!
I have decided that the trouble with print is, it never changes its mind.