 Fuck! How can you? I'll never attempt to read any of you anything again as long as I live. You're not a bit interested in my work. You don't give a damn whether I'm a success or a failure. You're dead certain to be a failure if you cram your books with inaccuracies. I am not inaccurate! Yes, you are, and you're foul-tempered and spoiled. Spoiled? Oh, ho, ho, I like that. Nobody here spoils me. You're the most insufferable family to live with. Oh, why in heaven's name did you go and live somewhere else?