Now that age is bestowing on them a natural infirmity, they must be sorely tempted to say to the rest of us, “You see? ” (“Sorely,” by the way, has been a favorite adverb of Andy’s- a word that brims with bodily woe and that yet hints at the heroic: back of Andy, some dying knight out of Malory lifts his gleaming sword against the dusk.) Andy White is small and wiry, with an unexpectedly large nose, speckled eyes, and an air of being just about to turn away, not on an errand of any importance but as a means of remaining free to cut and run without the nuisance of prolonged good-byes.Crossing the threshold of his eighth decade, his person is uncannily boyish-seeming.He was looking for the ones that were found by turning over a stone.INTERVIEWER What were the procedures in turning down a manuscript by a irregular.But if I were a publisher, I wouldn’t want to put out a magazine that failed to examine everything that turned up. Ross had no great urge to publish the big names; he was far more interested in turning up new and yet undiscovered talent, the Helen Hokinsons and the James Thurbers.
I never used an agent and did not like the looks of a manuscript after an agent got through prettying it up and putting it between covers with brass clips.
Though his hair is grey, I learn at this moment that I do not consent to the fact: away from him, I remember it as brown, therefore it is brown to me.
Andy can no more lose his youthfulness by the tiresome accident of growing old than he could ever have been Elwyn by the tiresome un-necessary accident of baptism; his youth and his “Andy”-ness are intrinsic and inexpungeable.
I took the letters, unopened, and went to a Childs restaurant on Fourteenth Street, where I ordered dinner and began opening my mail.
From one envelope, two or three checks dropped out, from .