This is a really accurate depiction of how I feel right now, struggling with this book. I found this quote in The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin, p. 187. I can really relate to this right now.

I have never found anywhere in the domain of art, that you don’t have to walk to. (There is quite an array of jets, buses and hacks which you can ride to Success; but that is a different destination.) It is a pretty wild country. There are, of course, roads. Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction - you go alone. With a machete in your hand, and the fear of God in your heart.

Kind of makes me want to read Heart of Darkness or something. Too bad I don’t have any cool jungle movies I can watch. But then I would just be procrastinating even more than I already am. Fuck!