Centennial [antikvár]

the commission AAA AAA Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand copies, could appreciate the thrill that overcame me one April morning in 1973 when Dean Rivers of our small college in Georgia appeared at my classroom door. 'New York's trying to get you,' he said with some excitement. 'If I got the name right, it's one of the editors of US,* 'The magazine?' could be wrong. They're holding in my office.' As we hurried along the corridor he said, with obvious good will, 'This could prove quite rewarding, Lewis.' 'More likely they want to verify some fact in American history.' 'You mean, they'd telephone from New York?' 'They pride themselves on being accurate.' I took perverse pleasure in posing as one familiar with publishing. After all, the editors of Time had called me once. Checking on the early settlements in Virginia. 17