Quo Vadimus?

I cracked my crystal ball last Friday when I was taking out the tea leaves, and with my Tarot cards purloined—exactly as they foretold they would be—I’m left with a less reliable means of speculation: my own brain. The question that fascinates me is the future of literary culture and literary studies. What I want to know is: whence tomorrow, noble art and noble profession?

Those who love Ulysses find new wonders in it every time they read. To which I say, cool. Read it again and again, you lucky Smart People; you really have it over the rest of us poor peasants who find it to be one long tedious joke, which isn’t very funny because it has to be explained.

—Orson Scott Card¹