…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…

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James Joyce, from “Finnegans Wake.”

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