Spain invents the novel in 1605, then immediately abandons it; unable or unwilling to appreciate it, it passes to the English and the French. No great novel is written in the Spanish language until the 20th century, when it is written by a former colony.
No one who drinks just occasionally really enjoys alcohol: they are just drinking it out of social etiquette; and anyone who truly enjoys alcohol is an alcoholic. It is impossible to understand why alcohol is good without wanting to have it all the time, every day.
There's a sense of absolute security in Tintin afforded by the background colonialism. There is always a hospital, a mental institution, an English doctor around the corner; a touch of reality should things go wrong.
To my gourmand son, whom I have taught to value the pleasures of the body, I leave these several biscuits. To my aesthete son, whom I have taught to value beauty, I leave the lovely, ornate biscuit tin.
The man at the library who smells of petrol asks me what I do here every day.
โI am trying to write a novel.โ
โWhat a coincidence,โ he says. โI am writing a novel, too.โ He points to the woman who was thrown out last week for screaming. โShe is, too. We are all writing novels.โ
A man, sick of modern society, quits his job, leaves the city, moves to a house in a remote village, and then watches the news on the television every day.