I would exchange my nuts for a piece of metal

Nancy Franklin, on why Friday Night Lights is good: [a]lthough the show's particulars are distinctive and special, it seems not to be made up of parts at all—to just be an organic whole.  In short, it feels like life.  It's just like Wilhelm Meister!:

The development within the individual sections ensures the overall coherence, and in pulling them together, the poet confirms their variety.  And in this way each essential part of the single and indivisible novel becomes a system in itself.

The innate drive of the necessarily organized and organizing work, in order to build itself to a whole, expresses itself alike in the larger and in the smaller masses.

I figure it'll be at least a year before encountering the word "organic" in an art-critical context makes me want to invoke Schlegel.