--Which makes me want to yell, as I yelled at the hapless guy I fell in love with in college, when he told me frankly he was not attracted to me, "Why not?" After all, it's weird, it's a tale, it is well-written (says so right there, see?) -- if that's not what you're looking for, Weird Tales, what is, huh?
It does soften the blow to get a little personal note like this. But I did not trust the blow thus softened. I got the notion that perhaps this wasn't a personal note at all, but part of the standard form rejection, designed to appear personal. I turned the slip over and found no impressions under the words. Those fiends! Did they send this identical slip to everyone whose work they rejected? I rummaged in my desk drawer until I found my magnifying loupe, which I bought years ago for the purpose of telling the difference between italicized and unitalicized commas in page proofs. I stuck it in my eye and stared hard at that rejection slip. I stared and stared, my face an inch from the paper, until to my wondering eyes did appear the faintest groove, cut for the ink by the rolling ball of a ballpoint pen. Aha! They were not fiends; this was a personal note from Ann VanderMeer, fiction editor of Weird Tales.
Wait, still rejected. Those sons of bachelors! They just-friended me!