The Rider on the White Horse, by Theodor Storm
It's surprising how many novels and short stories are not about the real shit. They're about something: characters doing things in places in a fashion that involves steadily rising action. But there's nothing real about them. These aren't real problems and real emotions: they only resemble real problems and real emotions.
It's hard to explain. What I mea…
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