But the thing about a plot, for the writer who is writing it, is that it rarely turns out the way the writer imagines it will turn out, and can even be said to not ‘turn out’ at all, but instead reaches an end that is already there, in gestation, in the plot’s first utterance, like the final measure of a ball of yarn whose substance does not change but only runs its course, or is used up in its unraveling.