"Some good material here," approved Mr. Mifin, complacently checking over his notes. "All that I need for a good character-complication story." But at this point the expression of quiet satisfaction on Mr. Miffin's countenance changed to one of dull despair. He had just remembered the 1200 word limi!
Impatiently consigning his latest effort to the wastepaper basket he said, as if to console himself: "Anyway, the plot is pretty weak. If the idiot didn't like the next-door radio, all he had to do was change lodge ings.
After a night of fitful sleep Mr. Miffin looked in at the office. And we have to record that his business suffered sadly while he racked his brain in vain search of original ideas. The harder he thought the worse he became. His thinking processes behaved as though enveloped in an idea obliterating fog. Finally he abandoned the unequal struggle and allowed his mind to wander. He found himself thinking of the amazing case of a woman who had survived a delicate operation involving the removal of half her brain, He almost envied her: she, at least, was certain that a portion of brain still remained within ber skull; whereas
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