There's much to enjoy and ponder in this review of a decade in the publishing business by Robert McCrum, the recently retired editor of The Observer. An excerpt:
The story is told of GK Chesterton delivering proofs, late, to his editor. The office was deserted, with just one person, from the accounts department, to take delivery of the great man's work. When Chesterton produced from his bag not only his corrected pages but a bottle of port and a glass, the terrified clerk confessed he was teetotal. 'Good heavens,' Chesterton squeaked in dismay. 'Give me back my proofs!'
[HT: Michael at 2Blowhards ]