In my efforts to guide young poets and to help them avoid the pitfalls which have, in the past, come near to engulfing me, I wish to discuss further the problem of patrons.
Looking back a majority of my patrons have been ladies. I suppose some of this is because ladies read more, are more sensitive, cultured and interested in the arts. I have noticed in the past that where husband and wife were patrons of the arts, she would support literature; he would tend to support the performing arts, especially those where young ladies, dressed mainly in bespangled stockings, strutted and fussed their brief time upon the stage. Whether these young ladies spoke lines written by another or merely sang seemed to matter less than their pulchritude and the visible expanse of their bosom. I don’t complain or moralise, I merely report the world as I’ve found it.
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