Newspapers and publishers
Is it not a horrible thing that scoundrel-booksellers should grow rich here [in America] from publishing books, the authors of which do not reap one farthing from their issue, by scores of thousands? And that every vile, blackguard, and detestable newspaper,--so filthy and so bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house, for a water-closet doormat--should be able to publish those same writings, side by side, cheek by jowl, with the coarsest and obscene companions. . . .? I vow before High Heaven that my blood so boils at these enormities, that when I speak about them, I seem to grow twenty feet high, and to swell out in proportion. "Robbers that ye are"--I think to myself, when I get upon my legs--"Here goes!"
Is it not a horrible thing that scoundrel-booksellers should grow rich here [in America] from publishing books, the authors of which do not reap one farthing from their issue, by scores of thousands? And that every vile, blackguard, and detestable newspaper,--so filthy and so bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house, for a water-closet doormat--should be able to publish those same writings, side by side, cheek by jowl, with the coarsest and obscene companions. . . .? I vow before High Heaven that my blood so boils at these enormities, that when I speak about them, I seem to grow twenty feet high, and to swell out in proportion. "Robbers that ye are"--I think to myself, when I get upon my legs--"Here goes!"
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