A letter from the writer of The Great Gatsby, F.Scott Fitzgerald to a fan asking for a photograph.

August 11, 1939

I’m terribly sorry but I haven’t had a picture taken for about twelve years. This is no stall. I think now that I shall wait until it’s time for a death mask because I’m in that unattractive middle-aged phase that doesn’t seem safe to record for prosperity. (This is not a misprint)