The supposedly prim and proper Lord Tennyson, speaking savage truth as only the Victorians could:

 

Authors – essayist, atheist, novelist,

realist, rhymaster, play your part,

Paint the mortal shame of nature

with the living hues of Art.

Rip your brothers’ vices open, strip

your own foul passions bare;

Down with Reticence, down with Reverence –

forward – naked – let them stare.

 

 

 

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