but what are stories?

If only I could eat Virginia Woolf’s words! How I would love to roll the delightful little morsels about in my mouth and savor their sweetness and smoothness.

But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passes through another. Sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.1

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