[Even geniuses get the blues.] The more I write the less substance I see in my work, ... It is tolerably awful. And I face it, I face it but the fright is growing on me. My fortitude is shaken by the view of the monster. It does not move; its eyes are baleful; it is as still as death itself -- and it will devour me. Its stare has eaten into my soul already deep, deep.
— Joseph Conrad
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