Auster leaned back on the sofa, smiled with a certain ironic pleasure, and lit a cigerette.
Here’s an interesting one. Auster put himself in the novel, then through that character he explained a curious Don Quixote interpretation. Next comes this part, the gesture of intelectual triumph, not only in his secret writing room somewhere in NY, but publicly, in the text as well. You’re such a show off Paul. Nice work though.