But I've had days of editing for five straight hours--line by line--misspelling by misspelling--misplaced comma by misplaced comma...and I was about to gouge out my eyes with the letter opener. The eye-gouging would not have be pretty, and I would never do so, probably not even if I had a contract with the powers-that-be that I'd end up with Tiresias's mad skills, a personal guide-for-life, and would still, somehow, be able to read and write. And check email. And do my job.
It makes me understand this agent's no-editing policy. Would I ever adopt it? No. Never. But I understand.