Yes, I know,' interrupted Puddleglum. 'And few return to the sunlit lands. You needn't say it again. You are a chap of one idea, aren't you?
Part of my job is to make the tough calls.
I care deeply about journalism, but we need to be a business.
Hillary Clinton famously talked about how raising a child takes a village. Except our society isn't set up that way. We're organized in nuclear units, and a single mom can ask her friends only so many times for help picking up the kids.
My mother doesn't cook; my grandmother didn't cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell's soup.
I dont feel like my job is to be beloved.
I dont personally feel that I have to save democracy and journalism.
I don't think the revisionist historians are accurate. I think their agendas are clouded by selfishness and anger and rage.
Everybody has a purpose.
It is only the educated who can produce or appreciate high art.
Angry and frustrated, the journalists set about making bricks without straw.