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June 12, ’70 Dear Mr. Heins - I hope you’ll understand if I tell you that I tend to be a bit “uptight”, even neurotic perhaps, about being edited. It’s not vanity — I don’t think I’m a great writer, or even a good one (in fact, I’m not a writer) — but I like to sound like myself when I talk or write. The sentence I added to my speech, an addition you seem to approve of, was in the original draft but was apparently edited out by my publisher, or by his secretary. I see the logic of your suggested changes, but don’t hate me if I say I like it better my way. Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by the New Yorker where, in forty years, neither my drawings nor their captions have been edited. Sincerely yours, William Steig
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