Darby begins a close look at Dhalgren and makes the following statement, which I feel reflects my own place as well:
But then, I don’t come to literature as someone with answers but as someone who is trying to learn how to ask questions. I’m not even worried about learning to ask the right questions, or the best questions. It’s just questions I’m after. Good questions, perhaps. Interesting questions, maybe. Questions, and the question of where they come from, and how they are found. Which is to say: I’m not here as an authority, but as a participant. I like it better that way.