You know that part in The Unstrung Harp where Mr. Earbrass is making the ninth draft of his novel with clippings and a pot of paste, and he starts thinking that the whole book is terrible and he’d be better off doing something else with his life?

That is exactly where I am with Echwell, after spending the weekend gluing text blocks into signature layout sheets. If I suddenly take up goat farming, you will know why.