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Dead Men Are Heavier Than Broken Hearts.

Great Critics, Of Whom There Are Piteously Few, Build A Home For The Truth.

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Such Is The Brutalization Of Commercial Ethics In This Country That No One Can Feel Anything More Delicate Than The Velvet Touch Of A Soft Buck.