Excerpt from Atonement, by Ian McEwan (2001)
"Writing stories not only involved secrecy, it also gave her all the pleasures of miniaturization. A world could be made in five pages, and one that was more pleasing than a model farm. The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhythmically emphatic sentence, falling in love could be achieved in a single word - aglance. The pages of a recently finished story seemed to vibrate in her hand with all the life they contained..."
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