There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall

From Sheila Heti Wrestles with a Big Decision in “Motherhood”: How to reconcile the domestic responsibilities of parenthood with the Romantic notion of artistic vocation? by Alexandra Schwartz.

You can read 3,500 words of anemic, self-absorbed, first-world problem, pampered whinging about the hardships of rich educated women and the challenge they face balancing all the wonderful opportunities and choices they face. Or, indeed, a whole book of such lard.

Or you can remember that Cyril Connolly said it better and more pithily in 1938. 3,500 words or 15, your choice. From The Enemies of Promise, 1938 by Cyril Connolly.

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.