No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. The shape does not change:
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I realized after reading an old profile that I loved Neil Gaiman before this book. I kept wondering why his name sounded so familiar. He wrote one of my favorite comic book series, Sandman.
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