I'm afraid I sniffed at this.
“But it is,” he went on. “So what you want to do is to go right ahead with it. Don't be licked by a book.”
He did n't quite understand me there. I was not “licked” at all, and I told him so.
“Prove it by going, then.” he said.
“But I'm afraid I shall insult him. I shall have to say what I believe.”
“Go ahead and insult him, then,” said he; and he took out his cigar and grinned cheerfully.
Same date.
I GOT Hindmann to help me out with the notes and the assignment of her interest in the estate.