He was accumulating autographs, and was not content with mere signatures, he wanted a whole autograph LETTER.

I furnished it--in type-written capitals, SIGNATURE AND ALL.

It was long; it was a sermon; it contained advice; also reproaches.

I said writing was my TRADE, my bread-and-butter; I said it was not fair to ask a man to give away samples of his trade; would he ask the blacksmith for a horseshoe?
would he ask the doctor for a corpse?
Now I come to an important matter--as I regard it.

In the year '74 the young woman copied a considerable part of a book of mine ON THE MACHINE.
In a previous chapter of this Autobiography I have claimed that I was the first person in the world that ever had a telephone in the house for practical purposes; I will now claim--until dispossess--that I was the first person in the world to APPLY THE TYPE-MACHINE TO LITERATURE.