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He says:
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I never leave my house to journey in any direction, but I am forced to see, and solicited to buy, works flamingly advertised of which the gospel is adultery and the apocalypse the right of suicide. (No! I am not parodying Dr. Barry. I am quoting from his article, which may be read in the _Bookman_. It ought to have appeared in _Punch_.) One naturally asks oneself:
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What is the geographical situation of this house of Dr. Barry's, hemmed in by flaming and immoral advertisements and by soliciting sellers of naughtiness? Dr. Barry probably expects to be taken seriously. But he will never be taken seriously until he descends from purple generalities to the particular naming of names. If he has the courage of his opinions, if he genuinely is concerned for the future of this unfortunate island, he might name a dozen or so of the
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For myself, I am unacquainted with them, and nobody has ever solicited me to buy them. At least he might state _where_ one is solicited to buy these shockers. I would go thither at once, just to see. In the course of his article, Dr. Barry lets slip a phrase about
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Of course, these half-empty churches must be laid on the back of somebody, and the novelist's back is always convenient. Hence, no doubt, the article. Dr. Barry seeks for information. He asks:
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Will Christian fathers and mothers go on tolerating..., etc. etc. I can oblige him. The answer is,
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Yes. They will.
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Modern Poetry, a proper and necessary formal recognition of the supremacy of verse. But in the current issue
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Modern Poetry is put after a
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of the Chancellor of the Exchequer by Max Beerbohm. A trifling change! editorially speaking, perhaps an unavoidable change! And yet it is one of these nothings which are noticed by those who notice such nothings. Among the poets, some of them fairly new discoveries, whom the _English Review_ has printed is
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J. Marjoram. I do not know what individuality the name of J. Marjoram conceals, but it is certainly a pseudonym. Some time ago J. Marjoram published a volume of verse entitled
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Repose (Alston Rivers), and now Duckworth has published his
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New Poems. The volume is agreeable and provocative. It contains a poem called
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Afternoon Tea, which readers of the _English Review_ will remember. I do not particularly care for
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Afternoon Tea.