One day, in the midst of writing a book, Dr. A.J. Cronin convinced himself that he was a failure. He told himself that his efforts were wasted, that even the thought that he could write anything worth reading was sheer futility. He took his manuscript and cast it into a trash barrel.
Later, while walking, he came upon Angus, an old farmer who approved of Cronin’s work as an author. Angus was digg...
