"LOVE stories!" the editors cry. "We must have love stories!"

For with love stories alone, they feel, can they send the hot blood coursing—at ten or fifteen cents a course—through the hardened arteries of the circulation department. And so we commercialized authors, about whom you may read so many harsh things in the Sunday newspaper interviews, draw nearer the gold-lined mush bowl and lift the spoon, dear reader, to your panting lips.