"No; I'm going there to study
medicine. Oh, you don't know how enthusiastic I am over the idea!
I've bought some of the first-year books already, and have been
reading them. Really, Condy, they are even better than 'Many
Inventions.'"
"Wish I could get East," muttered Condy gloomily. Blix forgot her
own good fortune upon the instant.
"I do so wish you COULD, Condy!" she exclaimed. "You are too good
for a Sunday supplement. I know it and YOU know it, and I've heard
ever so many people who have read your stories say the same thing.
You could spend twenty years working as you are now, and at the
end what would you be? Just an assistant editor of a Sunday
supplement, and still in the same place; and worse, you'd come to
be contented with that, and think you were only good for that and
nothing better. You've got it in you, Condy, to be a great story-
teller. I believe in you, and I've every confidence in you. But
just so long as you stay here and are willing to do hack work,
just so long you will be a hack writer. You must break from it;
you MUST get away. I know you have a good time here; but there
are so many things better than that and more worth while. You
ought to make up your mind to get East, and work for that and
nothing else. I know you want to go, but wanting isn't enough.
Enthusiasm without energy isn't enough. You have enthusiasm,
Condy; but you MUST have energy. You must be willing to give up
things; you must make up your mind that you will go East, and then
set your teeth together and do it.
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