Which Reminds Me

And am I some sort of junkyard to be harvested by the filthy rich Faulkner tribe? Just because Faulkner's novel happens to feature a fictional character named "Uncle John," that does not mean there ever was any resemblance to reality in that novel, never mind about the Nobel Prize. Certainly there is no Prize-winning literature with the Harris name on it to justify her loudly clamorous crowing on this point. Some people are too busy flapping their own mouths to pause long enough for the reflection necessary for the writing of books. Anyway, there is a big wall between fiction and non-fiction that cannot be crossed over by just any clueless busybody motormouth.