I don't know why

DFW: 'I don't know why I kept putting the thing through drafts. I kept getting late-night twinges of that original pre-conceptual excitement. I kept seeing the thing as maybe one image or two epiphanies away from blossoming, from honouring its entelechy of Bigness. Six years and many other completed projects later, I sent this story out in the old brown envelope. I sent it out for the same reason most young writers I know send stuff out: to have an excuse to quite thinking about it.'