From “The Dolt”
Donald Barthelme, “The Dolt”
“Edgar tried to think of a way to badmouth this immense son leaning over him like a large blaring building. But he couldn’t think of anything. Thinking of anything was beyond him. I sympathize. I myself have these problems. Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.”
Only a few writers could throw themselves in at the end of their story and not only make it work, but make it more powerful.