a D, an F, and an A walk into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'm sorry, we don't serve minors.' So the F leaves, and the D and the A have an open fifth between them.
"Say the thing with which you labor. It is a waste of time for the writer to use his talents merely. Be faithful to your genius. Write in the strain that interests you most. Consult not the popular taste."
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