I love re-reading Peanuts, a comic strip
that I liked as a child but got away from as I “matured.” Now I see its wisdom
more clearly. A favorite is the one where Snoopy, who fancies himself an
author, gets a rejection slip in his mailbox: “Dear Contributor, We are
returning your stupid story. You are a terrible writer. Why do you bother us? We
wouldn’t buy one of your stories if you paid us. Leave us alone. Drop dead. Get
lost.” Lying on his doghouse, Snoopy thinks, “Probably a form rejection slip.”
A real writer most certainly wrote that.
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