小说是从现实中逃脱的，因为我们可以惊叹于他们的美丽和完美。奇怪的是，我们逃脱的小说最终使我们质疑并引起了自己的现实，我们对此感到无助。
(The novels were an escape from reality in the sense that we could marvel at their beauty and perfection. Curiously, the novels we escaped into led us finally to question and prod our own realities, about which we felt so helplessly speechless.)