I'm still a bit of a washout as a screenwriter.I just can't make the grade as a hack.Even that requires a certain practiced excellence.I'm mighty glad to see you, Scott.I've been rambling around for months now.Haven't had anybody to talk to about work.Ah. Work.I mean, who better to talk to?The man who created something immortal.More and more, I trouble myself with that."The legacy."Will anyone care about Thomas Wolfe in one hundred years? Ten years?When I was young, I asked myself that question every day.Now, I ask myself, "Can I write one good sentence?"How can you say that? Don't you want to be remembered?This Side of Paradise was just put out of print... for the first time in eighteen years.Gatsby will go next. That'll never happen.You know how much I made in royalties on Gatsby last year?Two dollars and thirteen cents.But I don't mind. I'm working now.My nextdoor neighbor is a radio actress.She periodically rehearses her screams and laughter.That's a little disquieting.Oh, the laughing's worse. Trust me.You spoken to Max lately?Oh, don't talk about Max.
