Ignore HG and he’ll go away.
He was upset that I knocked Ernest Hemingway once, spent several days writhing in anguish over it.
Huh?
Don't get so full of yourself. Hemingway was often a great writer. But most of the time, if not all of the time, he was a lousy drunk, an awful father, a frightful husband, a terrible friend, a self-aggrandizer, and a political rube. Knock him all you want, sugar. I could care less.