Would a sculptor hate marble or clay? Would an artist recoil from pastels, inks, oils, or pixels? Would a composer sneer with contempt at chords or at the timbre of instruments? Would a carpenter spit gobs of mucus on fine lumber?
No?
Why, then, do so many writers act as if language were a noose, unfamiliar words a curse, grammar and usage an imposition by nazis? Why do so many writers resent the craft of writing?
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