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Wednesday, June 25, 2008 "No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money," Samuel Johnson proclaimed. Wodehouse demurred a bit, but he was largely in agreement. "Poets, as a class, are business men," he wrote, "Shakespeare describes the poet's eye as rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, and giving to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, but in practice you will find that one corner of that eye is generally glued on the royalty returns." For a man who hated banking, he was certainly shrewd about making money. "Never sell once what you can sell twice" is a time-honored journalistic principle--to which Wodehouse was an enthusiastic adherent. Indeed, he bragged, he could beat that: he once sold a work no less than four times--first, to a British magazine for serialization, then to a British publisher, then to an American magazine, and finally to an American publisher.posted by Cheryl # 3:33 PM Archives December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 |