Tuesday, November 11, 2014
I have always hated biography, and more especially, autobiography. If biography, the writer invariably finds it necessary to plaster the subject with praises, flattery and adulation and to invest him with all the Christian graces. If autobiography, the same plan is followed, but the writer apologizes for it.
Carolyn Wells (1862-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 1 (1937).
Written in her own autobiography.