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James Branch Cabell

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This book did not get for me any general recognition. It got for me, instead, something in every way more valuable. For it was The Cream of the Jest which first made for me in the seventeenth year of my writing, a few warm friends who but a little later were to fight in my behalf very nobly, and with wholly heroic tenacity... If few writers have met with more smug, more prurient, or more disingenuous opponents, no writer whatever, I think has found more faithful allies.
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Author's Note (1929 edition)

 
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I am only merry for an hour or two
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Press round us, and warm hands close with warm hands,
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Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots
New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock'd
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