Evdokia says

The thing I can't do is Joyce.
That's the thing I can't do. 70 pages won't.
70 pages won't work.
It's that feel, she says, 70 pages won't.
It's too much a delay, she says, 70 pages.

It wouldn't work. She knew it wouldn't work.
70 pages?
This is not for me.

Proust wrote on painting.
Proust wrote on painting. Sorry.
Proust wrote on painting.

Look at me. I have been emptied. Read that 70 pages.
There's nothing to do about that.

Go go, Eliot said.