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I'm Not Much Of A Correspondent. My Letters Are Not Only Uninteresting But Sparse. I'm Glad I Don?t Have To Write For A Living. It?s Arduous Work And The Money Is Very Uncertain. On Those Rare Occasions When I Wander Into A Bookstore It Amazes Me To See The Avalanche Of Literature And Semi-literature That Is Turned Out Weekly In This Country. The People Who Write These Things Are Either Desperate For Money Or Love Starved. Why Should Anyone On A Nice Balmy Day Lock Oneself In An Office And Hit A Typewriter For Hours On End. I Think One Of The Greatest Pleasures In The World Is Not Writing.

Whatever It Is, I'm Against It.

A Child Of Five Would Understand This. Send Someone To Fetch A Child Of Five.

Practically Everybody In New York Has Half A Mind To Write A Book, And Does.

I Made A Killing On Wall Street A Few Years Ago...i Shot My Broker.