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H. L. MENCKEN I once protested to Miss Cather that her novels came too far apart—that the reading public, constantly under a pressure of new work, had too much chance to forget her. She was greatly astonished. "How could I do any more?" she asked. "I work all the time. It takes three years to write a novel." The saying somehow clings to me. There is a profound criticism of criticism in it. It throws a bright light upon the difference between such a work as "My Antonía" and such a work as— ... But I have wars enough.