In poetry, the action can take place everywhere and nowhere: it does not matter whether the lonely wives of the fishermen live in Kalk Bay or Portugal or Maine. Prose, on the other hand, seems naggingly to demand a specific setting.
—J. M. Coetzee, Youth (Random House Group Limited, 2002, 62-63)
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