Writers are not architects, sliding their fine lead across the spine of their T-squares. They shovel ragged pebbles of iron ore into ovens as hot as the earth’s center. Then they ladle the liquid steel into molds of sand or wax or wood to craft rivets and rebar and girders, the stuff of skyscrapers and bridges.
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