I still do not know what impels anyone sound of mind to leave dry land and spend a lifetime describing people who do not exist. If it is child’s play, an extension of make believe — something one is frequently assured by people who write about writing — how to account for the overriding wish to do that, just that, and consider it as rational an occupation as riding a bicycle over the Alps?

-Mavis Gallant, preface to Selected Stories

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