"Come over and join us, Hildreth."
She sat listening in silence while I continued rehearsing all my ideas on marriage, love, divorce ... how love should be all ... how there should, ideally, be no marriage ceremony ... but if any at all, only after the first child had been born ... how the state should have nothing to do with the private love-relations of the individual....
The reporter from the Sun shook hands good-bye.
"But you haven't taken a single note!" I protested.
"I have it all here, in my head."
"But how can you report me accurately?"
"See to-morrow's Sun."
The interview with me was a marvel in two ways: it represented to a hair's breadth everything I had pronounced, transmuted into the reporter's own style of writing ... it curtailed my conversation where I had repeated myself or wandered off into trivial detail.