I don’t know how it works, I really don’t. It comes from hearing things rather than from having ideas. I’ve got notes that I have made over the years, and they are very precious to me, and I sometimes ponder over the notes and see what I thought I was doing writing that down, where it was going. The notes are usually things that I seem to have overheard rather than — they are not ideas. There is a wonderful conversation that Zola — no, it wasn’t Zola, it was Degas. Degas and Mallarmé, the French poet Mallarmé, were good friends for a long time. And Degas had always wanted to be a poet, and he said to Mallarmé, “I don’t understand it, year after year I’ve written poems and they are terrible, I know they are terrible, I know they aren’t any good at all.” And he said, “I don’t understand it, because I have such good ideas.” And Mallarmé said, “Oh, but poetry is not made with ideas; it’s made with words, you have to hear the words.”