Too old...

I'm too old now to suffer wealth and fame, and still lucid enough to be glad they passed me by. I've been found into a life simpler and better than I sought. I have income enough to sustain it for the duration. I wouldn't write any more or any better if my books sold more copies. Literary statue would entail obligations and aggravations I don't have time for. Notoriety wouldn't make my garden grow any better. I have a few readers and several friends. I can please them most of the time and astonish them when I'm on my game. They know me too well to be disappointed when I'm not. I'm happy with that. I don't want to do anything to upset it. I hope my publisher doesn't read this.

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Henry's books.


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