One of my trenchmates was a former English major named Dennis who processed manuscript for release to the compositors (typesetters). I handled the next stages which were galley and page proofs. We sat next to each other in separate small offices, working quietly, until one or the other needed a break.
One afternoon, especially worn, I dragged myself into Dennis’ office and slumped down in his chair for a bit of philosophy and conversation. I was having a particularly hard time getting up the energy for another set of proofs and complained that I could find no good reason why I should spend as much time as I did since traffic was always pushing me for more and faster.
“Do it for that old lady,” Dennis said, “do it for the old lady in Kansas.”
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