Every now and then, I write a really good sentence. One that is so balanced and so well-tuned, that I know I will never give it up. Sometimes, such sentences come out of the blue, but very often, they come after days or weeks of knowing the line is there, but not quite putting it down. These moments of resolution are fine moments indeed. The problem is, that I then spend the next three hours so caught up in admiring the sentence what I have wrote, that it becomes the only thing I do all day.