Somehow, this makes me think of Anton Ego's speech near the end of Pixar's
Ratatouille. Critics can have fun ripping apart the work of others, while they themselves create nothing and thus are risking nothing. Especially armchair critics like this, who are venting themselves not on a literary forum or in a reputable magazine or newspaper or such, but in what amounts to the aisles of a retail store. Very impressive credentials.
