The writer of pulp takes some comfort from Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle's off hand remark which went something like this. "Some of Watson's adventures with Holmes were terribly flawed, and made no sense whatsoever." The great man was far too reserved to put it quite like that but nonetheless that's what I'd like to think he meant. Our hero who's read The Long Stories and The Short Stories several times never saw a flaw in Holmes' reasoning, or doubted Holmes' genius in the area of detective work.
A person can think of it as a roundabout. The circle is entered, the vehicle
travels happily around and around until it sees a likely exit, but sometimes
instead of returning to the beginning in an attempt at explanation, an answer to
the question where exactly are we going, the vehicle decides this
is fun, and just keeps on going round and around. Which is kind of
exhausting for a writer of pulp. The Windral has explored it's circle-ness
several times and each time the entry point and exit point has been the same. On
reflection, Sir Arthur, everything is flawed.