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CIII
It is impossible to glance through any newspaper,
no matter what the day, the month or the year,
without finding on every line the most frightful
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astonishing boasts of probity, charity, and benevolence
and the most brazen statements regarding the
progress of civilization.
Every journal, from the first line to the last, is
nothing but a tissue of horrors. Wars, crimes, thefts,
lecheries, tortures, the evil deeds of princes, of
nations, of private individuals; an orgy of universal
atrocity.
And it is with this loathsome appetizer that civilized
man daily washes down his morning repast.
Everything in this world oozes crime: the newspaper,
the street wall, and the human countenance.
I am unable to comprehend how a man of honour
could take a newspaper in his hands without a
shudder of disgust.
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