I will be so glad when this semester is over and I don't have to read any more of Edgar Allan Poe's sanctimonious bull. Most of the time spent reading his essays also involves my muttering, "Shut up, Poe. No one cares. Shut up!" under my breath.
I also imagine he had several conversations like this:
Poe: *works on his latest literary criticism* "Long poems suck! Longfellow sucks! He writes long poems and sucks!"
Other editor: "...Uh, Edgar, you've written a few long poems yourself. What about--"
Poe: "And you suck too! Lalalala, can't hear you! My poems are perfect!"
Other editor: *sighs*
I also imagine he had several conversations like this:
Poe: *works on his latest literary criticism* "Long poems suck! Longfellow sucks! He writes long poems and sucks!"
Other editor: "...Uh, Edgar, you've written a few long poems yourself. What about--"
Poe: "And you suck too! Lalalala, can't hear you! My poems are perfect!"
Other editor: *sighs*