Jerry looked at his big, gentle author, wondered momentarily where in him dwelt the knowledge, the somber awareness of mankind's troubled life, which were reflected in Look Away, Stranger. But he had wondered much the same about many authors, and found speculation idle. They hid themselves, by intent or accident, behind many facades; they seldom looked, and often did not talk, like authors.
The Long Skeleton (p 37)
by Frances & Richard Lockridge
