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and say, “Here you, you dumb cluck, who don't open three books
a year, and you're working for a publisher! This was my dream,
and what am I doing? I'm working in Wall Street.” Of course,
it was my own choice. One memorable day, Dick Simon called me
up and said, “You're always moaning about wanting to go into
the publishing business. If you want to, I'm handing it to
you on a silver platter.” He said, “I've decided to go into
business for myself with Max Schuster. When I told Liveright
I was leaving, he said, ‘It's a terrible time to walk out on
me. I need you and the fall season is coming up. Can you
suggest anybody to replace you?'” And Dick told me, “I said,
‘I have a friend who would be perfect. He was the editor of
the college paper, he's Phi Beta, and he worked on the Tribune.'”
He didn't tell Liveright how I ended there! Liveright said,
“He'd be great if you could get him. I'd certainly like to
meet him.” So that's when Dick called me up. He asked, “When
can you come up?”
I said, “Any time.” Meeting Horace Liveright, a publisher!
I'd never met a publisher in my life.
He's supposed to have been one of the most colorful people...
Oh, he was one of the most colorful people in the world.
What was he like?
I'll get into that. So the very next day I went up for
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