In the stillness of the desert, should one voice speak, will not a chorus of whispers respond? And in the bruit of a large city, if one voice cries out above the turmoil, will not a babel of shouts rise from competitors ?
So it was recently. Charles W. Eliot spoke, and a great metropolitan newspaper shouted his words in print, shouted them not only in its own columns, but in the columns of its competitors (paying for the privilege) and they, unable to keep silent, burst forth likewise:...
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