Robert W. Chambers,
Eris
(1922)
“ CHAPTER XIII ANNAN, leaving the Province Club—one of the remaining threads attaching him to the conventional world—espied Coltfoot.They had not met in weeks, and they shook hands affectionately.“What are you doing these days, Mike?” inquired Annan.“Hunting geniuses as a dog hunts fleas. What’s your latest effort, Barry?”“No effort. I am awaiting with composure the birth of my great novel.”“Any good?” demanded the other with professional curiosity.“It’s good enough to sell in Heaven,” replied Annan modestly. ”
