Finished reading "Prometheus: "The Life of Balzac" by Andre' Maurois. I am always fascinated by the prolific, just as I am by debt-ridden artists, and Balzac was both. The guy just wrote and wrote and wrote, finishing off short stories in a night and novels in the space of weeks. Like many of the greatest writers, his inspiration was driven by the need to make money. "Everything about me must breathe opulence, luxury, the wealth of the successful artist...", he once said as he avoided his creditors.