Ernest Hemingway, One.
All bad writers are in love with the epic.
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All bad writers are in love with the epic.
Luigi Russolo claims that music has reached a point that no longer has the power to excite or inspire. Even when it is new, he argues, it still sounds old and familiar, leaving the audience 'waiting for the extraordinary sensation that never comes'.
If there's nothing in here but atoms, does that make us less or does that make matter more?

And this little old man never moved and sat all by himself looking and looking and looking at nothing.
Genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.