Given all the twee pathetic whining that Jonathan Galassi, president of print publisher Farrar, Straus & Giroux engages in with his New York Times Op Ed: There’s More to Publishing Than Meets the Screen
I have one simple question: When the hell do writers ever get free of you bastards?
It’s already been established that after thirty-five — long long long long ever so long — years, we are by law free from your parasitic enslavement.
Are you going to whine like a crybaby after a business arrangement has been concluded that we owe you — what? — emotional loyalty or some laughably immature shit like that?
If that’s the best card you lot have to play, I’m going to have one happy time dancing on all of your corporate graves!