Flint’s fangs have been pulled. Let me now reprint a letter I wrote the WGA Newsletter following the events pursuant to thescreening of Blow Out. The waitress was inthe booth, setting up the grips and cameramen. He hauled off and decked me.
The limousine doors opened, all six of them, and ten crumpled men emerged, stretched, trekkedtoward the diner. I recognized all the twisty turns we’ dmade, even lookin’ different in the daylight. At which point even that monument to Valerie Lone will have been removed, and almost all of uscan proceed to forget. And from everywhere in that large ballroom, when I readAlan’ s letter, came the gasps of disbelief.
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