human
Literature! exclaimed Mr. Brad, with some irritation;
gpt
I starved on literature for a year. Who does live on it, till he gets beyond the necessity of depending on it? There is a lot of humbug talked about it. You can't do anything till you get your name up. Some day I will make a hit, and everybody will ask, 'Who is this daring, clever Olin Brad?' Then I can get readers for anything I choose to write. Look at Champ Lawson. He can't write correct English, he never will, he uses picturesque words in a connection that makes you doubt if he knows what they mean. But he did a dare-devil thing picturesquely, and now the publishers are at his feet. When I met him the other day he affected to be bored with so much attention, and wished he had stuck to the livery-stable. He began at seventeen by reporting a runaway from the point of view of the hostler.
human
Well, said Philip,
gpt
My dear sir, said Brad, who did not like this caricature of his friends,
human
You would hit it nearer if you said I didn't make allowance for the eccentricities without genius,
gpt
Well, replied Mr. Brad, taking his leave,