Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
For me titles are either a natural two-second experience or stressful enough to give you an ulcer. If they don't pop out perfect on the first try they can be really hard to repair. Or worse if the author thinks they pop out perfect but the publishing house does not agree it's difficult to shift gears. And then? Then you go insane.
If you spend your life competing with business men what do you have? A bank account and ulcers!
I mean if you have to wake up in the morning to be validated by the editorial page of the New York Times you got a pretty sorry existence.