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started to return to America, I realized I had to get to work on it. I got back just before Christmas, with that in my mind, and with a few notes, sometimes, on some aspects of what I would be writing eventually, a lot of it, because I'd get an idea and I'd sit up in bed and write it with a lead pencil in a notebook.

Who read it?

Oh, I could read it. Certainly I could read it. I could read it better then than I can now. I hadn't broken my wrist then, and I wrote better. Not much better, but still somewhat better.

At any rate, I came back and came to Washington. I got here soon after Christmas, with this terrible sense that I had to write this darned book.

You didn't want to, really?

No, I didn't want to. And I didn't know how I was ever going to do it. It just seemed terrible. Anyhow, I saw the first thing I had to do was get me a secretary. I forget where I went now, but I think I went to the Washington School for Secretaries, where I've always gone. They sent me two or three people, and I finally picked out a very nice appearing person who'd had some real experience, and she just turned out to be a whizz. I mean, she was