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This is Mrs. Hawkins and I'm interviewing Mr. Cerf.
We started on Faulkner last time. Would you like to
continue or elaborate a little bit?
Yes. I'll tell you a few more stories about Faulkner.
I think that I told you how Phyllis met him with a
hole in his sock. Yes. Now, the first time that we ever
had him up to Mt. Kisco, there's a very characteristic little
story about him. At that time, the main street crossed the
railroad tracks and the guarding gate was operated manually.
When we got off the train, Bill stood there watching a little
old Italian close the gate and open it by turning a wheel.
I asked, “What's so fascinating about that, Bill?" He said,
“I didn't know that anything up North was still done by
hand.” He knew he was being funny.
The very last time he came into our office, he had
just written one of his most amusing novels, The Reivers.
It was his last book. It was a Book-of-the-Month Club
choice. And Phyllis who adored him, as I told you--he called
her “Miss Phyllis” all of his life--said, “Bill, I love The
Reivers. I think it's a terribly funny book.” And Bill,
who always paused before he answered a question, you know,
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