Bread and butter

When I was in Portland we went to Powells and bombs were dropped. I was surprised that at the time there were only a couple books by James Thurber. How odd. The one I got was Thurber on Crime a collection of stories and articles and drawings and such. Here are a couple of quotes.

”It was a week to the day that Mr. Martin decided to rub out Mrs. Ulgine Barrows. The term ‘rub out’ pleased him because it suggested no more than the correction of an error…” From The Catbird Seat

”’Oh, that is merely the bread and butter of my literary repast.’” From a sort of genius..