Huxley’s masterful dismissal of narratives:

“The trouble with fiction…is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense. Fiction has unity, fiction has style. Facts possess neither. In the raw, existence is always one damned thing after another, and each of the damned things is simultaneously Thurber and Michelangelo, simultaneously Mickey Spillane and Thomas a Kempis. The criterion of reality is its intrinsic irrelevance.”