The "great tradition" does not brook even the possibility of libidinal gratification between the pages as an end in itself, and FR Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy.
: It's broccoli, dear. : I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.
"And we jolly green giants cuz we smoke so much broccoli"ludacris
"It's broccoli, dear.""I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it."