||'I'll tell you a story,' he says. 'Just one story, and let it stand for all the stories of a certain man's childhood. Because stories are what I do.' He looks at the rising cigarette smoke. 'I net them from the pool. I've told you about the pool, right?'
'Yes, Scott. Where we all go down to drink.'
'Yep. And cast our nets. Sometimes the really brave fisherfolk - the Austens, the Dostoevskys, the Faulkners - even launch boats and go out to where the big ones swim, but that pool is tricky. It's bigger than it looks, it's deeper than any man can tell, and it changes its aspect, especially after dark.'