She asked him why did he not write out his thoughts. For what, he asked her, with careful scorn. To compete with phrasemongers, incapable of thinking consecutively for sixty seconds? To submit himself to the criticisms of an obtuse middle class which entrusted its morality to policemen and its fine arts to impresarios?
—James Joyce, A Painful Case (story 11 of Dubliners)
Reckon I should read Dubliners before I die. I say “before I die” because I just finished writing a paper on Ulysses for class and now Finnegans Wake is on its way in the mail.