I felt guilty because I had made Dirk feel guilty many times, and had even ridiculed him, albeit in a friendly way, with his own best interests in mind. I felt bad that I made jokes about the fact that the poet was not prolific, and I felt bad that I teased him about being deaf and also tone-deaf. I felt especially guilty about Frank, because Frank had had a decent job before we demanded that he join us and become a famous hypertext novelist. I felt guilty because I had thought that two of my friends, both of whom were competent, even good, writers in their own right, would be better off as one really great hypertext novelist. And we had the technology.
Good intentions mean naught.
Two good writers combined don't make one great writer. This is the lesson . Pay attention . Two good writers combined make for one film noir handsome, feral, bloodsucking creature.