In addition to the odd plots we now came across every day, some of the writing from our new would-be authors . . . well, it was not up to our previous standards. I will not dwell on it; I feel evil and mean-spirited whenever I do. I will just include this email from Christine:
From: Christine Wu
To: Tim Craire
Time: March 16, 2011
Subject: Writing exam for our new friends
Dear new White Cedar Press author: Welcome. We are so glad to have you with us. Can you spot which version of a passage of a novel was written by a prominent English novelist?
“There are many sheep-dogs on the moor?”
“No doubt, but this was no sheep-dog.”
“You say it was large?”
“But it had not approached the body?”
“What sort of night was it?”
“Damp and raw. “
“But not actually raining?”
“There are many sheep-dogs on the moor?” he asked, inquisitively.
“No doubt, but this was no sheep-dog,” said Dr. Mortimer, shooting him a quizzical glance.
“You say it was large?” came the question, probingly.
“Enormous,” came the answer, eyebrows upraisedly.
“But it had not approached the body?” he continued, confidently.
“No,” Dr. Mortimer said, shooting him a quizzical glance.
“What sort of night was it?” questioned the questioner, penetratingly.
“Damp and raw,” was the answer. He sipped his drink, and the ice cubes clinked in the glass.
“But not actually raining?” came the question, searchingly. Because it was important to know if footprints or other marks might have been washed away by rain. This is why he asked. He wanted to know that. Dr. Mortimer might not have known it was important, but it was.
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