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Winter Is Not A Season In The North Middlewest; It Is An Industry.

Winter Is Not A Season, It's An Occupation.

Most Troubles Are Unnecessary. We Have Nature Beaten; We Can Make Her Grow Wheat; We Can Keep Warm When She Sends Blizzards. So We Raise The Devil Just For Pleasure--wars, Politics, Race-hatreds, Labor-disputes.

Writers Have A Rare Power Not Given To Anyone Else: We Can Bore People Long After We Are Dead.

She Did Her Work With The Thoroughness Of A Mind Which Reveres Details And Never Quite Understands Them.