quantities, don't waste your time making something that people can read; make something that they can eat or smoke or chew or wear or dance to or wash with or apply externally or take three times a day after meals.
I don't believe Dunkle made more than sixty or seventy thousand pounds out of "Trixie." Still, that is quite a nice little sum of money to get out of one novel. None of mine has made more for me. Dunkle, at any rate, and Chloë were well content with the way the royalties came in. They were human and young and ardent and it would have been perfectly monstrous and unnatural had they objected to being furnished with the means of satisfying their desire to have a superlative time. They were out of their Chelsea studio and into a house in Grosvenor Street almost before the ink was dry on Dunkle's
