 I just come to feel allergic to them at a certain point almost. You know, I'm exhausted by the engagement with a particular world or narrative. I can't see it clearly anymore, so then I have to walk away and give it to other people to look at. I can't do more with it at that moment. I do think that I could go back and make, I could go back in the bridge and edit old books, given enough time and desire. I could make them better, but in the sort of continuity of time of working on a book, yeah.