Ben Hecht,
Broken Necks — Preface
(1926)
“ I doubt whether ever before in the history of literature has it been so cursed with reading. I mean false reading, empty reading, vanity reading, bounderish reading; in short, reading inspired by almost every motive except love, understanding or intelligent curiosity. From all I have heard said and seen written about my own work it is obvious that two-thirds of my readers are simpletons—at least literary simpletons. They are people so intricately unfitted for any sort of cerebral stimulus, so congenitally obtuse and unmental that their praise is an even greater irritation than their censure. ”
