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                                        It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion. 
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction (1963), Seymour: An Introduction (1959)
                                    
 
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            