"And for the last four years you've been working on some novel that no one has ever seen. So you get the shaft from your wife, you dive into another excuse for not writing. Well go ahead, Larry. Go! Go to Mexico! Write your heart out. Ándale! Arriba! But I handle writers, Larry, not artists. You go be an artist, let the rest of the rest of the world make a living. Here. It's my favorite fuschia. Live and be well."
