I do not care much, though; of course, I do care, as I ought to have made a great hit with it, but there was no time, and there was so much detail and minutia that I could not treat it right.

However, after the awful possibility, or rather certainty, that we have had to face of not getting any story at all, I am only too thankful.

I would not do it again for ten thousand dollars.

Edwin Arnold, who did it for The Telegraph, had $25,000, and if I told you of the way Hearst acted and Ralph interfered with impertinent cables, you would wonder I am sane.
They never sent me a cent for the cables until it was so late that I could not get it out of the bank, and we have spent and borrowed every penny we have.

Imagine having to write a story and to fight to be allowed a chance to write it, and at the same time to be pressed for money for expenses and tolls so that you were worn out by that alone.
The brightest side of the whole thing was the way everybody in this town was fighting for me.