"He could not imagine actually doing it. But he liked to imagine the suicidal writer grinning at his successful mischief, while once more he read and revised the last message he would leave -- a note aching with despair, and appropriately humorless. Garp liked to imagine that moment, bitterly: when the suicide note was perfect, the writer took the gun, the poison, the plunge -- laughing hideously, and full of the knowledge that he had at last got the better of the readers and reviewers. One note he imagined was: 'I have been misunderstood by you idiots for the last time.'"