Overworked, understimulated. ||"I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." -- Joyce ||"I go now to face for the millionth time the reality of experience, and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race." -- Joyce ||"I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas." -- Eliot ||"Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back." -- Beckett
