I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.
It's been said that no man is a hero to a newspaperman, and I spent too many years as an ink-stained wretch.
It is a curious foible of a certain type of mind that it is unable to imagine a newspaper editor as one who may, on some public questions, honestly have the same view as that held by other persons.
A writer has to live with a sense of honor.
The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus, sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.
If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper - and despise it.
Journalists can get very pompous, especially in the formalized days of 'Meet the Press,' when they took themselves so damned seriously.
My feelings towards the newspapers are very affectionate.
He who is without a newspaper is cut off from his species.
We're newspaper junkies; I can't imagine life without a newspaper.