The obstacle course that the F.C.C. has established for licensing full-power commercial broadcasters is so daunting and overwhelming,” writes Lou Hiken, “that no microstation could ever pass muster in that context. It is as if the government demanded that mothers taking splinters out of their childrens' fingers comply with the regulatory requirements for an institution engaging in heart surgery.

Of a similar type, but dealing with a less cultivated, less fertile field, is the anthology of Vectensian verse, Poets of the Wight, compiled by Charles J. Arnell.

I caught sight of him two or three times and then made him turning north into Laurel Canyon Drive.

They downe him hold, and fast with cords do bynde, / Till they him force the buxome yoke to beare […].