In response to:
Dry Dreams from the October 14, 1965 issue
To the Editors:
Even a New Yorker must have seen at least one rooster strutting in self-admiration about his harem. In your issue of October 14th is a review of outpourings by Henry Miller. Why is it that every time a silly cock crows in glorification of his roosterhood The New York Review thinks that it merits a book review.
John C. Schelleng
Asbury Park, New Jersey
