The stout editor of the Copper-Snake took a packet of greasy newspapers from the gas-meter.
"Here's the whole programme, and, I believe, a criticism as well."
Falk could not help laughing.
"How could a criticism appear simultaneously with the advertisement?"
"Why shouldn't it? But we shan't want it; I will criticize that French mob myself. You'd better do the literature, Fatty!"
"Do the publishers send books to the Copper-Snake?" asked Falk.
"Are you mad?"
"Do you buy them yourselves for the sake of reviewing them?"
"Buy them? Greenhorn! Have another glass and cheer up, and I'll treat you to a chop."
"Do you read the books which you review?"