Ernest Hemingway, in this brief artsy sketch through the midnight eyes of Paris, said,
“I would hate it . . . “
He was talking about the main character’s writing.
“. . . either because it is no good or because it is good, and I would be jealous.”
These are poor scraps of paraphrase, but they capture my cynical writer’s attitude. What a pain sometimes to be human! Jealousy is such a frustrating hominal trait! Kittens, in jealousy over a bowl of milk, will spat and squall and be adorable. We look at them and laugh. Writers biting one another over audience attention are never adorable.
Oh to be a cat!