Dear sirs, I am writing a book
that's like a cross between Swamp Hoyden
and Women. A man goes on a journey.
He doesn't leave his room. He stays
at home and imagines or remembers
places he has lived and worked and
remembers or imagines getting laid.
So it has sex and violence, atmosphere,
action and adventure, a plot and characters,
a setting and a theme, xeroxed art, pictures captured
on the Internet. A correspondence novel, in other words,
posted at my web site, The Daily By-Catch, free.
You wouldn't be interested. Nudity, sex, and excretion.
Plagiarism.