The novel, which is a work of art, exists, not by its resemblances to life, which are forced and material, as a shoe must still consist of leather, but by its immeasurable distance from life, which is designed and significant, and is both the method and the meaning of the work.
from A Humble Remonstrance by Robert Louis Stevenson (1884)
from A Humble Remonstrance by Robert Louis Stevenson (1884)
quoted in The Case of the Persevering Maltese: Collected Essays by Harry Mathews (2003)
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