Book: Dreams from Bunker Hill
Quotes of Book: Dreams from Bunker Hill
The bartender put a notepad and a pencil before me. Breathing hard, the pencil trembling, I wrote:Dear Sinclair Lewis:You were once a god, but now you are a swine. I once reverenced you, admired you, and now you are nothing. I came to shake your hand in adoration, you, Lewis, a giant among American writers, and you rejected it. I swear I shall never read another line of yours again. You are an ill-mannered boor. You have betrayed me. I shall tell H. L. Muller about you, and how you have shamed me. I shall tell the world.Arturo BandiniP.S. I hope you choke on your steak. book-quote
