Oh dear. If I've ever seen literary onanism... this goes in the gallery. Meanwhile, nobody argued that the writer should kill himself. What I said was that the

Oh dear. If I've ever seen literary onanism... this goes in the gallery. Meanwhile, nobody argued that the writer should kill himself. What I said was that the things he does despise prevent the consummation of his expressed desire. Not acknowledging that is unsound. But, as the kids say, "he probably can't hear himself over the sounds of his own talking".