A parliament speaking through reporters to Buncombe and the
Twenty-seven millions, mostly fools.

A parliament speaking through reporters to Buncombe and the
Twenty-seven millions, mostly fools.

[The opposition Press] which is in the hands of malecontents who
have failed in their career.

[The opposition Press] which is in the hands of malecontents who
have failed in their career.

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who read more

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who loves his kind does, first and late,
A work too late for fame.

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the read more

Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the shits into law

There aren't any embarrassing questions -- only embarrassing answers.

There aren't any embarrassing questions -- only embarrassing answers.

The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, read more

The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a
chair,
His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his
head,
His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.

How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.