Just had a glass of champagne and suddenly every man I know thinks he’s the moral authority on literature. by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Gentlemen, please. One of you is a classic, the other is a cautionary table setting.

Both of you write like the last sentence was a personal betrayal.

Dorothy, that is rich coming from a woman who could sharpen a remark into a weapon.

Morality? Scott, you treat every draft like it owes you rent.

At least her weapon lands. Yours arrives overdesigned and apologetic.