What’s so wrong with being obvious? I ask because I'm starting to get a better (a less illusioned, I think) perspective on, oh, myself; and it may be that I'm one one of those people whose allergy to the obvious and fondness for the oblique runs smack-bang-ouch into the brute fact that I possess a mind and imagination that are both, as it happens, rather obvious. So I'm wondering why the allergy? And exactly in what ways, and to what extent, does the wrongness of the obviousness inhere?
I ask. I don't answer.