I went back to the Orion Press, and either my job ended or the company ended, I can't remember which, or the company was sold. The job disappeared. And I was very fortunate, I had some friends with whom I went swimming with, to a pool in the Village, I think it was called the Carmine Street Pool, and I said I'm going to be out of a job in two weeks or something like that, and someone said to me, you should call Frank Taylor, he is going to be appointed, or he has just been appointed, the head of Avon Books, and he's looking for some editors. And I did call him and he did hire me. And there are some long, complicated stories about how I came to be hired which are very funny, but they'd just take too long to tell.

[Q] How about one of them?

If there's some time at the end of this, and you want some additional stuff on tape, I will try to remember it all, but they were very complicated.  He had some androgynous aspects to him and he thought perhaps I did, but I didn't, or I was unaware of them.  I think I've just about told the story now, and he thought that if I could make a nexus with him in this androgynous area, maybe I would get the job.  Well… how does one put it? Nothing came of it because I didn't have the interest, but he did. But I got the job anyway.  So, I think this is actually part of many things in life: stick to your guns, you may actually get what you fear you may lose. Don't sell out, don't ever sell out!