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This Medal (the National Book Award) Together With My American Express Card, Will Identify Me Worldwide ... Except At Bloomingdale's.

I Cannot Recall A More Engaging Passage In Fiction, And I've Been Trying For Almost Eighteen Seconds.

One Stifling Summer Afternoon Last August, In The Attic Of A Tiny Stone House In Pennsylvania, I Made A Most Interesting Discovery: The Shortest, Cheapest Method Of Inducing A Nervous Breakdown Ever Perfected. In This Technique..., The Subject Is Placed In A Sharply Sloping Attic Heated To 340 F And Given A Mothproof Closet Known As The Jiffy-cloz To Assemble.

I Loathe Writing. On The Other Hand I'm A Great Believer In Money.

Do You Know Anything At All That Nobody Else Knows Or, For That Matter, Gives A Damn About? If You Do, Then Sit Tight, Because One Of These Days You're Going To Hollywood As A Technical Supervisor On A Million Dollar Movie.