ABSTRACT
Suppose you are contemplating an island. It is not an island known to you. You are looking at it from a great height. . . . At this height your viewpoint is more like that of an angel than any islander . . . the position of a reader in a book is very like that occupied by angels in the world. . . . Yours is, like theirs, a hovering gravely attentive presence observing everything . . . nothing is concealed, for angels are very bright mirrors.
