Ocupation: Novelist
Life: December 6, 1893 - May 1, 1978
Birthday: December 6
Death: May 1
A story demanded to be written, and that is why I have not answered your letter before: a wrong-headed story, that would come blundering like a moth on my window, and stare in with small red eyes, and I the last writer in the world to manage such a subject. One should have more self-control. One should be able to say, Go away. You have come to the wrong inkstand, there is nothing for you here. But I am so weakminded that I cannot even say, Come next week.
topic: Eye, Self, Going Away, Red Eye