Quantity wins.
Tonight an esteemed old poet came and did a reading. His final words drew a smattering of small gasps from around the auditorium. Then, applause and big loopy smiles all over. Afterwards, the poets among us went up to the card table in the corner and purchased slim volumes of the poet’s original books. The prose writers among us bought his collected works - two dollars more, fifty pages thicker. Because we go for volume.