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3 nigers enands? but couldn't bring myself to buy any of them. I'd heard the niggers sing on river and in the woods. I couldn't send the damn things to friends who are artists.

 Something happens to a nigger when he gets up in front of a pr? to sing. He isn't a conscious artist.

He is a bird.

 Luck comes along. A magazine has paid $150 $750? for the story about the jealous husband. It's odd: 

since I've been here I've got more for two stories than I even got for all the stories I've written these years.

 There'll be a point - I've sold out - I suppose. It doesn't