wrote applying for a job at the Vancouver Sun. I can see now that my cover letters
have been way off. No wonder I don’t have a job yet.
" . . . And don’t think that my arrogance is unintentional: it’s just that
I’d rather offend you now than after I started working for you.
I didn’t make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after
I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found
himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course,
and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for.
If you asked him, he’d tell you that I’m “not very likable, (that I)
hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too
superior to mingle with the average person.” (That’s a direct quote
from a memo he sent to the publisher.) Nothing beats having good