"You Americans are literary snobs," said burly British Novelist John Boynton (Angel Pavement) Priestley, landing in Manhattan last week. "I am here to speak or lecture at a place called Buffalo, prominent for its bootleggers. Then I will speak at Toledo, a place full of crooks chased out of Chicago. Third, I will lecture at Urbana, Ill., a place I couldn't find on my $12 atlas. . . .
"I am going to write a novel about an American girl who will call everything either 'swell' or 'lousy.' I expect she'll be lousier than...
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