James Thurber has always been a hard man to pin down. At the time of Thurber's death in 1961, E. B. White wrote in the New York Times that "there were at least two, probably six Thurbers ... His thoughts have always been a tangle of baseball scores, Civil War tactical problems, Henry James, personal maladjustments, terrier puppies, literary rip tides, ancient myths, and modern apprehensions ... Through this jungle stalk the unpredictable ghosts of his relatives in Columbus, Ohio."
Eckler, A. Ross
"The Wordplay of James Thurber,"
Word Ways: Vol. 6
, Article 12.
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