Maybe half a dozen think they are a community, but, in general terms, I think English writers tend to face outwards, away from each other, and write in their own patch, as it were.

The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

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

People don't help much.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.