New Grub Street by George Gissing
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page 118 of 809 (14%)
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'All I did was to write a letter, and chance made it effective.'
'My view of the case, Reardon, is that you are simply ill.' 'Certainly I am; but the ailment is desperately complicated. Tell me: do you think I might possibly get any kind of stated work to do? Should I be fit for any place in a newspaper office, for instance?' 'I fear not. You are the last man to have anything to do with journalism.' 'If I appealed to my publishers, could they help me?' 'I don't see how. They would simply say: Write a book and we'll buy it.' 'Yes, there's no help but that.' 'If only you were able to write short stories, Fadge might be useful.' 'But what's the use? I suppose I might get ten guineas, at most, for such a story. I need a couple of hundred pounds at least. Even if I could finish a three-volume book, I doubt if they would give me a hundred again, after the failure of "The Optimist"; no, they wouldn't.' 'But to sit and look forward in this way is absolutely fatal, my dear fellow. Get to work at your two-volume story. Call it "The |
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