“The Areopagitica filled a lacuna in English literature which had not previously been noticed. Milton in his blindness saw what others, better equipped with visual organs, had failed to perceive. What was his reward? Is not his monumental work the text-book for all encyclopædists of the Areopagus? . . . But it is a trifle heavy. Even Q. H. Flaccus opined that it was dulce to desipere in loco. Sometimes one feels the need of a lighter work, which makes a less severe tax on the cerebellular tissue. This is it.”—Daily Telegraph.
“Rotten.”—G. S. B. in Extenso.
“Teachers will welcome this volume, as it proves clearly how superfluous is the didactician.”—Schoolmaster.
“These scribblers just have got it in once. It eats. They are some shakes.”—American Review.
“Receiving orders daily.”—Stubbs’ Gazette.
AFTER THIS YOU WILL WANT
to know why all this nonsense has been written by a supposed Englishman, and why it has ever been published. Yet you will perhaps admit that it is at least
SOMETHING TO TAKE