I read this:
"An obssessive desire for admiration is not only a weakness added on to the lyric poet's talent (as it might be regarded in, for example, a mathematician or an architect) but it is the distinctive mark of the lyric poet: for the poet is the one who offers the world his self-portrait in the hope that his face, projected onto the screen of his poetry, will be loved and worshipped."
...and suddenly, my college days, and my own personal Grand Unification of Everything theory, the Theory of Spectacular Aesthetic Failure, came back to me in an intoxicating rush. Whaddaya'll think? Yea, or nay on this assertion of the deeply shameful nature of the entire project? I'm asking.
In other news, I am dangerously close to exhausting the Kundera catalog. I hate it when that happens!