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Sarah, have you ever had the impulse to buy an old letter by a famous and dead writer? I feel like I'm more of a movie memorabilia girl. I'll look at a prop auction

when I'm bored. Hmm, interesting. I feel like I would pay maybe any amount of money to have an old letter from the guy

who wrote peanuts, but only if it was like inexplicably erotic, you know? What? What are you talking

about you, freak? Wouldn't you want to own that letter? No, he's a man pure of heart. We're not talking about a freak like Jim Davis.

But that's why you'd want to own that letter.

If Jim Davis wrote something horny, you'd be like, yeah, of course Jim Davis wrote a horny thing. Yeah, that's true. That's true. It's nothing. Okay, I can see where you're coming from a little bit. Well, I have a good one for you today, Sarah.

It's all about the New York literati of way back when

and how far another writer will go to have her Well, I have a good one for you today, Sarah. It's all about the New York literati of way back when

and how far another writer will go to have her genius recognized.

It's a sticky July evening in 1992 on Manhattan's Upper West Side.

Kids play in the street. People feed quarters into payphones, and New Yorkers of all shapes

and sizes are gathered on sidewalks and front stoops enjoying the summer night.

A middle-aged woman tries to break through the crowd in front of her building.

Her heavy eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as she lugs a clunky antique typewriter down the sidewalk.

But she's not heading to her local coffee shop to work on her novel.

Instead, the woman tears off a tag hanging from the typewriter that reads Eugene O'Neill.

And with a huff, she lifts the typewriter and throws it straight into a trash can.

You know what? Typewriters are very heavy, so this is a lot of effort to dispose of something. Yeah, you know she's mad because she's throwing a typewriter.

I know she's mad because I've tried picking up a typewriter and I was like, how did people do that?

Now, this woman is not Eugene O'Neill, the renowned American playwright who died in 1953.

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