I awake after a night of anxious dreams to discover that I had not yet been transformed into a monstrous, verminous Franz Kafka. A screaming comes across the bedroom. Happy writers are all alike; every unhappy writer is unhappy in his own way. Call me Melville. Catch-22 was love at first sight. All Vonnegut happened, more or less. It was a dark and stormy night; […]
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