The course of a life never strays far from its central myth or ruling character. Even the rare turning points evolve out of the same key materials. Its particularity is infinitely detailed and yet it has within it something of the universal, something true for all stories, all myths and which is not itself a myth or a story. But that it is so constituted, as a fact about that life, is entirely of a piece with its myth, is perhaps what gives it its fantastic consistency.