There isn't anything else like this in academia.

As is perhaps obvious, Morris Zapp had no great esteem for his fellow-labourers in the vineyards of literature. They seemed to him vague, fickle, irresponsible creatures, who wallowed in relativism like hippopotami in mud, with their nostrils barely protruding into the air of common-sense. They happily tolerated the existence of opinions contrary to their own — they even, for God’s sake, sometimes changed their minds. Their pathetic attempts at profundity were qualified out of existence and largely interrogative in mode. They liked to begin a paper with some formula like, ‘I want to raise some questions about so-and-so’, and seemed to think they had done their intellectual duty by merely raising them. This manoeuvre drove Morris Zapp insane. Any damn fool, he maintained, could think of questions; it was answers that separated the men from the boys.

If I can lure him away from academia, I'd be delighted.

Earnings estimates are a small part of the total analysis.

He's constantly reinventing himself. 'Romance,' for example, is a courtroom drama. You can find nothing else even remotely like that anywhere in his whole canon.

I once asked him something at a question-and-answer session in London. He yelled back, angrily, 'You must be an English professor.' He couldn't even see me. He'd discerned it from the question.