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that was so terrible I've never forgotten it. Boyd had a long,
straggly beard, and this fellow said, “Boyd, you look like an
arm pit.” It may have been Dreiser. It sounds like him.
One day the unmistakeable scent of Mr. Lewis drifted
into our little office on 45th Street. There was a front elevator
and stairway, and in the back we had all our stock--in
the back room--and there ran another stairway. I told you
Donald and I shared the same office. Without a word, Donald
and I took one whiff and the two of us fled down the backstairs--
eight flights of stairs. I can still remember us running
away. We left the premises to him. The two of us went cluttering
down those stairs screaming with laughter. That's what
the Modern Library was like in those days, when the two of us
would run away from an anthologist coming in because he
smelled so terribly.
That's a good story.
Oh, we had fun. We were enjoying life to the hilt, and
Beatrice Kaufman was still introducing me to glamor and I was
still meeting the people that Liveright was meeting through
the theater. I don't know whether I told you that he had his
theatrical office cut through to the next building.
Yes, you did.
So soon besides bootleggers and authors, we had actors
and actresses out there--those pretty little actresses. Did
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