I drew this meat grinder to help illustrate the way I currently feel about the Disgrace chapter I am about to write. Imagine you've got, like, a herd of cattle. Now imagine cramming that herd into the little funnel at the top of the meat grinder and trying to turn the crank.
Now, imagine that herd of cattle is really a herd of literary critics and my brain is the grinder and the crank is . . . well, you get the picture.
For tomorrow: Finish putting the meat in the grinder; prepare to turn the crank.