Orwell on the book reviewer from another age:
"In a cold but stuffy bed-sitting room littered with cigarette ends and half-empty cups of tea, a man in a moth-eaten dressing gown sits at a rickety table, trying to find room for his typewriter among the piles of dusty papers that surround it."
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http://www.theatlantic.com/daily-dish/archive/2008/02/smells-like-blog-spirit/219623/
