“If only something would happen. Something being the revelation that transfigures existence; works a miraculous presto-chango upon the mundane mortal world - turning the toads and cockroaches back into handsome princes, the Clark Kents into Superman - that calls unexpectedly up on the phone and says: "your name has just been picked from a hat, like a rabbit, and we're giving you a million dollars", - or that announces in a sudden telegram: "Congratulations! Lady Rockerfeller has just died and left you several estates and an enchanted sources of continual private income". But instead, day after day, there are hardboiled eggs instead of frogs legs for breakfast, and doubts and worries buzz and sting like the evils in Pandora's box.”