Interrupted Stories

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..... And so, you think that one should print them after all, despite the fact that one novella has barely been started, and another is not finished . . . It is, in truth, better this way. An unprinted manuscript is a hindrance: it is something that failed, something weak, a letter that did not reach its addressee, a sound that reached no one's ears.

Allow me, then, to dedicate these faded leaves to you, caught halfway along their journey by harsh morning frosts. You will find nothing new in them; everything in them is familiar to you, as are the originals of these pale