than the author herself. Especially because even the writing of the book, like so much else of the flight and its aftermaths, has had its humor—some of it publishable!
I never knew that a "public character" (that, Heaven help me, apparently is my fate since the flight) could be the target of so much mail.
"Please send me $150; it will just pay for my divorce which I must have. . . ." So read one letter, plus details anent the necessity of the proposed separation. Autographing, I discover, is a national mania. Requests for photographs, freak suggestions, involved communications from inventors, pathetic appeals, have been numerous.
Yes, the mail has brought diverse proposals of marriage, and approximations thereof. Perhaps the widespread publication of my photograph has kept the quantity down!
Best of all the letters are those from average people about the country—mostly women—who have found some measure of satisfaction, or per-
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