Reading this piece by George Saunders in the Guardian about how writers feel their way toward what they didn’t consciously know they meant to write is like reading a poem or a novel and coming across one of those luminous, heartbreaking lines that tells you something you always knew and only now recognize.  I want to paste the entire thing into my commonplace book, but if I could only put in one line, it might be Einstein’s: “No worthy problem is ever solved in the plane of its original conception.”