Actually my then-wife got the news; she was at home. One of the newspapers called up and said, Is this the Snodgrass that just won the Pulitzer Prize, and she said, 'Jesus, I hope so.'
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
