Rock and a literary professor friend of his walked together at dusk in the downtown of a major American city. They had just learned that The New Yorker agreed to publish an excerpt from Rock's novel A Different Closet and to pay him eight-thousand dollars.
"Has any student of yours had a story published in The New Yorker?" Rock said.
The professor considered for a moment.
"Yes," he said. "One, a long time ago, but I don't think they paid him eight-thousand for it."
"That was crazy," Rock said. "Heck, I can't understand why they paid me anything. I don't think I will ever write anything worthy of The New Yorker. I hope I'm not embarrassed by this."
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