Besides, I am still an old moralist, and in these wild times the fairytale is perhaps the only genre in which I can still write about good without using parentheses. I even believe that it is much greater than is claimed by the proudest of authors. For example, until the last century, there was no word in Czech for beige. But they were not beige, but brown. And that is the way it is with feelings and thoughts, with faith, with everything.
Every new word is a new reality.
Our world will never be the same. That stems from a different problem, the problem of inflation. There are just too many stories. The media presents us nonstop with so many relationships, conflicts, intrigues and other narrative material both real and fictional that we simply cannot absorb any more. The story is devaluating.