How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
My father was very musical, and music plays quite a large part in my life.
A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?
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.
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.