Fiction must stick to facts, and the truer the facts the better the fiction — so we are told.

“Books, she thought, grew of themselves. She never had time to read them. Alas! …”

“Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which…”

“How fast the stream flows from January to December!”

“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest …”