"Edgar had a heart attack, and I'm to blame. We were making love, and I took the bag off my head."

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Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow