He had his scheme of life worked out to a fine point. About once a month he would take three days writing a few poems; the other three hundred and twenty-nine days of the year he rested. I didn't know there was enough money in poetry to support a chappie, even in the way in which Rocky lived; but it seems that, if you stick to exhortaions to young men to lead the strenuous life and don't shove in any rhymes, American editors fight for the stuff.
(from Carry On, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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