Our greatest flaw, says W., is that we are so mesmerised by our own stupidity that we can do nothing about it. We've sat and read our own prose in open mouthed horror, but no decision issues from his horror as it would from a sensible person.
We are paralysed by our inability, our signal lack of intellectual gifts. It amazes us. There's nothing of which we are capable, he says. There's no idea we cannot sully, no quotation whose brilliance we cannot paraphrase into mush.