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“Gaiman provides some additional insights via these comments in his script for chapter 5: “What I want to do here, without destroying the story as an adventure yarn, is grab the subtext and make it text, grab the metaphor and make it text; allow that we’re spinning a metafiction and see how far we can push that fact before it collapses in on itself. Which is going to be hard; good fantasy is as delicate as butterfly wings, and just as liable to crumble if improperly handled, leaving you with something that can no longer fly.”

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Book:The Sandman Companion
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Author:Jacqueline Simon Gunn
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