I did a lot of my writing as though I was an academic, doing some piece of research as perfectly as possible.
In my mind's eye Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.
Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.
I think the virtue I prize above all others is curiosity.
Funny way to spend your life, though, studying another chap's versifying.
Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.