What do I make of it all? What do I make of life? I'm not able to conceptualise in... in that way. I... therefore, I'm a novelist. I have to be confronted with the... the human situation, the individual human situation, the individual encounter, the individual problem and then I can grasp it by... by presenting it as persuasively as I can. And so then I know about that and I know about that only for as long as I'm writing it. I don't know anything once I stop writing. I really think I'm quite stupid and dull outside of my writing. So I... all my intelligence is wrapped up in specific stories and I hope that in imagining the story that my intelligence, such as it is, is... is present in the representation. Not by my saying smart things, but just that my intelligence is expressed through the imagining of situations, in words. So I don't know what to say or make of life. I... I don't think I would be any more equipped to answer that question than I would have been at the age of 10. I... I look to others to... to do that, but my... all my brain power has to... has to do with specificity.