The Ethics of Being a David Foster Wallace Fan

A large part of the problem lies with a given fan's enthusiasm. I think we can all admit that there's a fine line between being an outspoken champion of a particular artist and being an obnoxious lout whose incorrigible enthusiasm becomes downright oppressive to the people around them. I ruin numerous movies when this tendency goes unchecked. I have it on good authority that David Lynch owes me no favors in this regard. Obliviously, my jabbering doesn't impede the quality of his films. It does impede another person's perception and subsequent reception of them because said jabbering drowns out some of the unique qualities that are best experienced firsthand. Naturally, a certain degree of this interference is unavoidable.