Fiction. "Williams's miniatures cast long shadows, while offering unexpected meanings to the light which edges them" (Bradford Morrow). In these "miniatures, " Williams takes the choicest bits of description, tense, and poetic language, and crafts of them a dense and multifaceted languages: "Thank goodness I am deeply sincere, so I stopped laughing. He had dragged me along to this refined filth of a hotel, which aroused my truest false feeling. On the way to the hotel, he was staggering and I was. If my wish is at last coming true, he is going to spring on me something that will make me fell as helpless as a human being" ("Speech").