[When the message comes, it's a little like dreaming. Sometimes the edges all blur like watercolors smearing, like the bitter kind of tea that they drink on the edge of deserts -- but there's surety in laptop keys under fingers and the velvet edge of a very old bedspread wound around her shoulders. Acknowledgment is unexpected, pleasant -- her smile is a bright and happy thing in an empty apartment, her laugh scatters against light colored walls. It's a pity she's been in a haze of stories all day; she struggles for sense]
You'd find the connection if you thought along the lines. It's only because you're not looking for the lines at all that you can't see them and that's no use at all. Besides, it's not all about Lilliput. There's more world than the first one. I don't think you've to learn the lesson Lilliput was about.
Some books I like more than others but we're not all friends with everybody. It's not birthday wrapping paper at all: it's not your birthday and there isn't a party.