"As to what I might do for you — I have seen an untoward amount of picture galleries and 15 cent movies lately, and could review them with my old prosperous detachment, I think; in fact, I recently coined a general word for Matisse’s pictures after seeing his latest at the Marie Harriman: concubineapple. That shows you how my mind works–quick, and away from the point. I read simple voraciously, and can drum up an opinion afterwards."

--from Eudora Welty's application to work for the New Yorker (she didn't get the job)