Clifford Irving:
Bumped by this adolescent coffee boy. My lit professor at Cornell compared me to Hemingway! The middle of my life is at hand, and I don't have a couch.
Dick Suskind:
Think about this: Henry Miller was 38-years-old, unpublished. His wife left him for a lesbian.
Clifford Irving:
You're kind to tell me that, Dick. You're a very good man. You're a good friend. Need a loan?
Dick Suskind:
Always.
Dick Suskind:
Cliff, you publish this you will have a storm of shit rain down on you.
Edith Irving:
You're always so careful when you talk, always so soft like a cushion for what you want. But I am leaving. But before I go, I give you something. You are exhausted from your lies. So tell the truth. Tell me the truth about what you did with her this time. It is your moment to be clean.
Clifford Irving:
I saw her.
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