The experienced knife fighter will easily see an opening and go in for the kill without being countered.The thing is, until you have actually faced a blade in the hands of someone who means you harm, you have no idea how terrifying it is.
In a letter to his publisher, he said that he was out to reach “inner-directed adolescents, lovers in all degrees of anguish, disappointed Platonists, pornography-peepers, hair-handed monks and Popists.” Cohen was growing weary of London’s rising damp and its gray skies.
Cohen, whose family was both prominent and cultivated, had an ironical view of himself.
He was a bohemian with a cushion whose first purchases in London were an Olivetti typewriter and a blue raincoat at Burberry.
The Prologue describes the geological processes by which the lake was formed upon which the house that is the centre of the book stands, while the Epilogue decribes the demolition of the house.
The story of the book We start off near a lake in Brandenburg, not so far from Berlin.