it is not a sign of decline, but of men reaching for an ideal always removed.
So you say, but the Codex's collective ideal is in fact insufficiently idealistic. The same discussions are rehashed
ad nauseam, and have left the ground fallow (rather odd given the surfeit of manure). If anything, I am urging you to up the ante: involve yourself in the game-making process – and I salute those who have already done so – or at the very least put yourself in the shoes of those that toil. Failing that, spin a compelling yarn. And if you believe your current critiques to be imaginative works in their own right, you are making an even greater mockery of that purported ideal. The greatest literary critics pontificated from
within the crucible – they also wrote novels or poetry.
Also learn to use paragraphs.
Alas, poetic licence is lost on you.
But where's the man, who counsel can bestow,
Still pleas'd to teach, and yet not proud to know?
Unbias'd, or by favour or by spite;
Not dully prepossess'd, nor blindly right;
Though learn'd, well-bred; and though well-bred, sincere;
Modestly bold, and humanly severe?
Who to a friend his faults can freely show,
And gladly praise the merit of a foe?
Blest with a taste exact, yet unconfin'd;
A knowledge both of books and human kind;
Gen'rous converse; a soul exempt from pride;
And love to praise, with reason on his side?
Such once were critics; such the happy few,
Athens and Rome in better ages knew.
- Pope, Essay on Criticism