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“Journalism is true in the sense that everything is true to the state of being and to what conditioned and produced it* (which is also, but less so perhaps, a limitation of art and science): but that is about as far as its value goes.” (p207)

**says the journalist

“…and we, this Arctic flower… are seated among these stars alone: none to turn to, none to make us known; a little country settlement so deep, so lost in shelve and shade of dew, no one so much as laughs at us. Small wonder how pitiably we love our home, cling in her skirts at night, rejoice in her wide star-seducing smile, when every star strikes us sick with the fright: do we really exist at all?” (p48)