I got a chance to show my book to a publisher recently. He quickly rejected it because it’s got too much sex in it, an they don’t carry books that are that risque.

I should have realized that I was being bitten in the face by an intolerant censorship wolf. I thought that the guy simply had a certain idea of what he wanted from his publishing line, and my book didn’t fit in. But apparently, he was some sort of fascist lupine.