TNCOM, #18

Like a grandfather of mine whose method of parking was simply to stop the car, regardless, when he had reached his destination, and get out, so when Trollope finds himself at a point in his story where his interest flags—or even, perhaps, when he had written the allotted number of words—he just ends it. The effect on the reader is most peculiar. It is like opening a door and finding a blank wall across the frame inside. —Joanna Trollope, foreword to the Editors and Writers volume of Anthony Trollope's short stories