FWIW, I never workshopped the "Epitaph for Francois Rabelais" translation published by Poetry. No one opened any back, side, or garage doors for me, nor did lobbyists, bribes or favors enhance what was on offer.
I don't suck up to them and they don't suck up to me. I haven't given them my secondborn child, and if they had taken him (even at three years old) they would have been mincemeat in about a half-hour (as for the firstborn, their minds would have been mincemeat). My kids have minds of their own, to put it mildly. And that's a good thing.
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