When you told me that you found my work challenging, admirable, but ultimately not what you were looking for, I knew this was a coded way of saying that I was much smarter than you and you felt intimidated by me. When you said that you did not feel the level of enthusiasm that is truly necessary to represent a work such as mine, I was able to read between the lines and know that you were refusing to help me sell my book because I had never responded to your indirect requests for me to perform acts of sexual obeisance upon you. When you said that my "piece" was not right for you, but you wished me best of luck in placing it elsewhere, I was shocked by your crudity. That's where you finally crossed a line.