Perhaps I wax a trifle dramatic. But after about 40 years of beating my head to a bloody pulp against the brick wall of frustration, I can finally produce expressive prints. For most of that time, I thought it was me. It's not. It's the materials and techniques. To take away the one material that finally makes photography a fulfilling experience would be pretty devastating at this point.
There's no way I'd go back to enlarging. Probably easier to just accumulate a lifetime supply of Azo.