J.F. Smith’s Mystery of the Marsh — Seventeenth Instalment

Old newspapers are not much cared about and are often applied to undignified functions, recalling Dryden: From dusty shops neglected authors come, Martyrs of pies, and relics of the bum. (‘Mac Flecknoe’) or tossed on the rubbish heap, as in Joyce: About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or […]