A publisher rejects Gertrude Stein’s manuscript in 1912, by lampooning the shit out of it.
I AM 22 WITH A DEGREE IN PHILOSOPHY. I LIKE POETRY AND SITUATION COMEDIES.
Well, that’s unprofessional.
Że też czasem list może być nie mniej ważnym dziełem niż odrzucona książka.
That, if anything, is inspiration to get shit done. If I were Stein, I’d have sent this uncharming bastard a signed copy...