“If one were searching for the best means to efface and kill in a whole nation the discipline of self-respect, the feeling for what is elevated, he could do no better than take the American newspapers.”

Civilization in the United States (1888), p. 177

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English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector… 1822–1888

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