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In Which We Goad Ourselves Onward

When you undertake to make a work of art—a novel or a clay pot—you’re not competing against anybody, except yourself and God. Can I do it better this time?

— Ursula K Le Guin, from her essay The Stone Ax and the Muskoxen, collected in The Language of the Night.

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