The Great Gatsby, The Finest Novel Ever

I Have No Interest In Non-fiction. I Don't Read It And Don't Watch It And Don't Write It, Other Than A Little Journalistic Column.

The Crack Of The Bat, The Sound Of Baseballs Thumping Into Gloves, The Infield Chatter Are Like Birdsong To The Baseball Starved.

I Can Still Put Down Some Pretty Nasty Stuff On Paper, Which Is What I Enjoy Doing.

Found A Good Voice And Took Advantage Of It. Each Of My Specialties Was Like A Prospector Discovering A Vein Of Gold. I Worked Each Until The Vein Was Exhausted.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.