"No.

He's not kind.

He ought to be proud to help you to the leisure to write books; it should be his greatest privilege to have them published for you--" "Can't you SEE him ?" Bibbs interrupted, a faint ripple of hilarity in his voice.

"If he could understand what you're saying--and if you can imagine his taking such a notion, he'd have had R.T.Bloss put up posters all over the country: 'Read B.Sheridan.Read the Poet with a Punch!' No.

It's just as well he never got the--But what's the use?
I've never written anything worth printing, and I never shall." "You could!" she said.
"That's because you've never seen the poor little things I've tried to do." "You wouldn't let me, but I KNOW you could! Ah, it's a pity!" "It isn't," said BIBBS, honestly.