physician heal thyself.
i just found henry james’s review of middlemarch. which begins:
Middlemarch is at once one of the strongest and one of the weakest of English novels. Its predecessors as they appeared might have been described in the same terms; Romola is especially a rare masterpiece, but the least entraînant of masterpieces. Romola sins by excess of analysis; there is too much description and too little drama; too much reflection (all certainly of a highly imaginative sort) and too little creation.
which is funny. (it goes on like that.)