Due to lack of sleep as a result of two consecutive nights of midnight thunderstorms of long lasting, large and loud proportion and a cat named Dickens who got all worked up about it, I have nothing to offer except for this link:

Author-on-Author Insults

One of my favorites is W.H. Auden on Robert Browning:

“I don’t think Robert Browning was very good in bed. His wife probably didn’t care for him very much. He snored and had fantasies about twelve-year-old girls.”

Oh wait, and this:

Notable Novelists of the 20th Century: A Card Game for Book Lovers

More thunderstorms are expected tonight but I think I am so tired that I will probably sleep right through them.