"...hands the size of a grown man's thumb..." David Foster Wallace Incarnations of Burned Children Struggling through another draft of a treatment for hire, on a deadline, the right book fell open at the right time. Made me see how I am focusing on the rules, rather than the writing. Reading DFW reminds me that the emotional content of the scene is what matters. The concrete details don't. "...an anger at the Mommy... just starting to gather in whisps at his mind's extreme rear and still hours from expression." Revered and reviled, the man was a master of his craft. Inspiring, always!