Damon Knight


I first met Harry Harrison in New York about forty years ago. He was an illustrator then; later he became a writer and an editor. I was an illustrator, writer and editor, and Harry bought my stories and I bought his. I bought his illustrations, too, but he never bought mine, the skunk.

When we had lunch in London a few years ago he looked just the same, and so did Joan. Well, Harry had a grey beard and she didn't, but you know what I mean. May they have many happies.

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