Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against this as a method, but it is not what English writers do.

One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.

How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?

I mean, if we're concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work. I think this is very true of English writers, but perhaps not so true of French writers, who seem to read each other passionately, extensively, and endlessly, and who then talk about it to each other - which is splendid.

Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.