John Steinbeck writes to his editor the ways in which “a book is like a man.”
A book is like a man—clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.
Read the whole letter at Letters of Note.