Sometimes, when I want to say something that I care a lot about, it's hard to physically shape the words and push them out of my larynx and oral cavity. It's like my body wants to shelter them, kind of like they are an egg that I want to lay but its shell isn't on yet. My body will only let the words out if the shell is on the egg, that is, if the words are protected by misdirection and not saying exactly what I mean. Because that protects the emotions inside, which are the yolk. I don't know, but it's hard for me to say things when I really mean them.

saul bellow

i am struggling through a novel by saul bellow

the novel is thick

it weaves abstraction through realism

the dialogue serves to further the plot

the main character is an asshole

an abstract asshole

the only thing i like about the novel is when adjectives are listed without commas

are all saul bellow novels like this

please tell me

thank you