…blots and blurs and balls and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by spurts of speed: it only looks as like it as damn it: and, sure, we ought really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we have even written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for ourselves…


James Joyce, from “Finnegans Wake.”

I have had many a “deleteful hour of dungflies,” that’s how you get the damn thing written.