I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.
Clinging to the Wreckage : A Part of Life (1982), p. 183
I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.
Clinging to the Wreckage : A Part of Life (1982), p. 183