text:  For what man in his senses who for an annual mulct of half-a-dozen sovereigns commands the whole range of modern literature would waste his substance in loading his house with books of doubtful interest? Who that by a message of his servant into Bond Street procures the last new novel cut and dry instead of wet from the press and demanding the labour of the paper-knife would proceed to the extremity of a purchase? And the result is that Messrs Folio and Duodecimo in order to procure satisfactory orders from the circulating libraries of the multitudinous cities of this deluded empire issue orders to their helots Mr Scribblescrawl and Mrs Wiredrawn requiring them to produce per annum so many sets of three volumes adapted to the atmosphere wherein they are fated to flourish