““Fitzgerald to Zelda's DR. Oct. 1932 "Why can't I sell my short stories?" she says. "Because you're not putting yourself in them. Do you think the Post pays me for nothing?" (She wants to make money but she wants to save her good stuff for books so her stories are simply casually observed, unfelt phenomena, while mine are sectiobs, debased, over- simplified, if you like, of my own soul. That is our bread and butter and her health and Scotty's education.) p. 221””
