To Refer Even In Passing To Unpublished

Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never Lets You Go.

I Don't Say That The Drunk Man Is The Real Man, And The Sober Man Merely A Shell. But You Find Out Something Different About People When They're Drunk. Of Course, You Sometimes Find That They're Not Different At All--that You Merely Get More Of The Same, Perhaps Said Rather More Loudly And Incoherently, But Basically The Same.

When I Find Someone I Respect Writing About An Edgy, Nervous Wine That Dithered In The Glass, I Cringe. When I Hear Someone I Don't Respect Talking About An Austere, Unforgiving Wine, I Turn A Bit Austere And Unforgiving Myself. When I Come Across Stuff Like That And Remember About The Figs And Bananas, I Want To Snigger Uneasily. You Can Call A Wine Red, And Dry, And Strong, And Pleasant. After That, Watch Out.

I Don't Say That The Drunk Man Is The Real Man, And The Sober Man Merely A Shell. But You Find Out Something Different About People When They're Drunk. Of Course, You Sometimes Find That They're Not Different At All--that You Merely Get More Of The Same, Perhaps Said Rather More Loudly And Incoherently, But Basically The Same.

To Refer Even In Passing To Unpublished Or Struggling Authors And Their Problems Is To Put Oneself At Some Risk, So I Will Say Here And Now That Any Unsolicited Manuscripts Or Typescripts Sent To Me Will Be Destroyed Unread. You Must Make Your Way Yourself. Why You Should Be So Set On The Nearly Always Disappointing Profession Is A Puzzling Question.