ps: I agree with yeats

the fascination of what's difficult
is drying the fucking sap out of my veins, and rent
spontaneous joy and natural content
out of my heart.
(...)
my curse on plays
that have to be set up in fifty ways,
on the day's war with every knave and dolt,
theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.

oh man, really.