“Recently, though, I took the thing up again. There were rumors about that the American short story had taken a decided turn for the better. Crazed with hope, I got all the more popular and less expensive magazines that I could carry on my shoulders, and sat down for a regular old read. And a regular old read is just what it turned out to be. There they all were — the golden-hearted cow punchers, the suburban couples, the baseball players, the Creole belles — even dear old Granny Wilkins was twinkling away, in one of them. There were the same old plots, the same old characters, the same old phrases — dear Heaven, even the same old illustrations. So that is why I shot myself.” –from “The Short Story, through a Couple of the Ages,” December, 17, 1927, by Dorothy Parker.