You accept as perfectly legitimate the author's account of the secret thoughts of the heroine, and yet all the time you know that the heroine was alone when thinking these thoughts, and that neither the author nor any one else was capable of hearing them.

And so with the stage, with sculpture, with opera, with every art form.

Certain irreconcilable things must be accepted." "Yes, I understood that," Martin answered.

"All the arts have their conventions." (Ruth was surprised at his use of the word.

It was as if he had studied at the university himself, instead of being ill-equipped from browsing at haphazard through the books in the library.) "But even the conventions must be real.