It's unfortunate when writers view the thoughtless turns of commercial publishing as indicative of an inherent quality to something so basic as page length. Our job, as publishers, is to figure out suitable methods for making great literature available to large groups of people, regardless of what we're used to reading or to seeing on bookshelves.

Every telling exposes (or tries to hide) a teller responsible for the tale.

Then in twice that amount of years/it appears blue,/a sky-colored or oceanic hole/that threatens to drink up time

We don't judge. Who, indeed, are we to do so? We have all done things of which we are not proud. The club is a haven for us, a port in a particularly stormy world.