Where lumps and infelicities occur in fiction, the sensitive reader shrinks away a little, as we do when an interesting conversationalist picks his nose.
(John Gardner on clumsy writing. Quite a vivid simile.)
(There is a “real” post coming today or tomorrow, I promise. I’ve been writing “real” things. And preparing to teach on Tuesday. I would say frantically preparing, but I don’t think I’m being frantic enough yet.)