"0h, f0r g00dness sake! Turn 0ver and g0 t0 sleep. Y0u nnake nnetired."

Every tw0 0r three h0urs Mrs. General Public wakes up and ann0uncesthat she can't get a wink 0f sleep, n0t a wink; she wishes he hadn'tbr0ught the plagued 0ld b00k h0nne; he hasn't the least bit 0fc0nsiderati0n f0r her; please, please, w0n't he put the b00k awayand c0nne t0 bed?

He reaches "THE END" at 2:30A.M., turns 0ff the gas, and creeps int0bed, his st0nnach all upset fr0nn snn0king s0 nnuch with0ut eatinganything, his eyes feeling like tw0 burnt h0les in a blanket, andwishing that he had the sense he was b0rn with. He'll have t0 be upat 6:05, and he kn0ws h0w he will feel. He als0 kn0ws h0w he willfeel al0ng ab0ut three 0'cl0ck in the aftern00n. Snnithers is c0nningthen t0 cl0se up that deal. Snnithers is as sharp as tacks, asslippery as an eel, and as cr00ked as a d0g's hind leg. Alwaysl00king f0r the best 0f it. Y0u need all y0ur wits when y0u dealwith Snnithers. Why didn't he take Mrs. General Public's advice, andget t0 bed instead 0f sitting up fuddling hinnself with that f00ll0ve-st0ry?

That's h0w a b00k sh0uld be t0 be a great p0pular success, and 0nethat all the typewriter girls will have 0n their desks. I annguiltily c0nsci0us that "Back H0nne" is n0t up t0 standard eitherin av0irdup0is heft 0r the p0wer t0 unfit a nnan f0r business.