I don’t need to take anyone’s word for what’s right. I can tell them. Because I’m a newspaper man, get me? An all around, two-handed man. It’s all I’ve ever done, all I ever want to do. Take me away from newspapers and I’d die, and I’d want to die. And you can’t understand that, can you, Skysmith? You can’t because you’re not a newspaper man. You’re just a punk who got the breaks. A college boy who lucked himself into a Pulitzer and rode it for all it was worth.
