“You’ve written a best seller.”
“Yeah, I know. And I can’t even spell. What about those poor bloody academics, those college graduates battling their guts to write some airy fairy piece of exaggerated artwork and here’s a bloke, sitting in a cell, who can’t spell, and he’s written a best-seller. And sold 250,00 copies. And it’s still selling. And he’s writing another one. And I can’t even spell. I'm semi-bloody illiterate!” B+
“Yeah, I know. And I can’t even spell. What about those poor bloody academics, those college graduates battling their guts to write some airy fairy piece of exaggerated artwork and here’s a bloke, sitting in a cell, who can’t spell, and he’s written a best-seller. And sold 250,00 copies. And it’s still selling. And he’s writing another one. And I can’t even spell. I'm semi-bloody illiterate!” B+
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