... There was my table and chair, writing pad, ink, and pipe tray. And all the author's trappings the celery stand full of fresh roses and honeysuckle, last year's calendar on the wall, ... scurry away to some safer hiding place. Miserable wretch that I was! And yet I was doing well financially. Before the first year had passed I had saved a thousand dollars, and we had lived ... pencil and gazed at the wall paper for hours trying to build up some gay little bubble of unstudied fun. And then I became a harpy, a Moloch, a Jonah, a vampire, to my acquaintances. Anxious,...