Here and there, a quick, direct sentence plucks up its courage and escapes. That is not for him. He instantly retreats to the safe shelter of the previous sentence. From there, he may sally forth in secret and once more try to reach his goal. His prose is self-defeating.
Sentences imprison themselves within a multitude of bonds and bounds.
It comes close to what they taught me in the army years and years ago. One foot on the ground and one in the air. While the pinning force seizes the commanding high ground, the assault unit scouts the enemy to surprise him in his trenches. Perhaps even this definition is not truly accurate. I pace before the book shelves, Kafko's book in my hand now open to the eye.