All the papers that matter live off their advertisements, and the advertisers exercise an indirect censorship over news.
A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.
I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.
