If I say once more that my novel ‘Whispers’ is going very well and I am ready to write its next sentence, I may derange a fan into fury and action against repetition, that is why I will now say that my novel is following my old plan to write the play for a musical, and that the next sentence, still in plain form, is:
The global business and political policy that gave the structures the right to choose their men, or gave chosen men the right to create whatever structures they thought fit- the first direction towards creation leading into stability and the second into anarchy- was all around an apartment where, at a table that could be called round because the tablecloth fell almost evenly on all its side, a man was sleeping, clasped over a script, and was dreaming the happy moments of power proper to when a film director selects the staff for his future film.
V.P.Toucheva 17.09.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
