Myself and My Publishers
I see my publishers are bringing out a new magazine with all the
usual contributors. Of course they don't ask me to write and this
shows that they do not think my name would help their magazine.
This, I imagine, means that Andrew Lang has told them that my humour
is forced. I should not myself say that Andrew Lang's humour would
lose by a little forcing.
I have seen enough of my publishers to know that they have no ideas
of their own about literature save what they can clutch at as
believing it to be a straight tip from a business point of view.
Heaven forbid that I should blame them for doing exactly what I
should do myself in their place, but, things being as they are, they
are no use to me. They have no confidence in me and they must have
this or they will do nothing for me beyond keeping my books on their
shelves.
Perhaps it is better that I should not have a chance of becoming a
hack-writer, for I should grasp it at once if it were offered me.
XI--CASH AND CREDIT
The Unseen World
I believe there is an unseen world about which we know nothing as
firmly as any one can believe it. I see things coming up from it
into the visible world and going down again from the seen world to
the unseen. But my unseen world is to be bona fide unseen and, in so
far as I say I know anything about it, I stultify myself.
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