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. Believe me, darling; I've had this disease
for years, I know how to manage it. Let me have a small room and a terminal, let
me go into it and seal the door behind me, and it will be just like having a
normal, healthy husband who goes to the office every morning and does whatever
it is men do in offices-I've never known and have never been much interested in
finding out."
"Yes, dear. Richard, do you enjoy writing?"
"No one enjoys writing."
"I wondered. Then I must tell you that I didn't quite tell you the truth
when I said that I had married you for your money."
"And I didn't quite believe you. We're even.**
"Yes, dear. I really can afford to keep you as a pet. Oh, I can't buy you
yachts. But we can live in reasonable comfort here in Golden Rule-not the
cheapest place in the Solar System. You won't have to write."
I stopped to kiss her, thoroughly and carefully. "I'm glad I married you.
But I will indeed have to write."
"But you don't enjoy it and we don't need the money. Truly we don't!"
"Thank you, my love. But I did not explain to you the other insidious
aspect of writing. There is no way to stop. Writers go on writing long after it
becomes financially unnecessary... because it hurts less to write than it does
not to write."
"I don't understand."
"I didn't either, when I took that first fatal step-a short story, it was,
and I honestly thought I could quit anytime
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