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They make much ado over Bob Dylan as a proto-rap pioneer, and taunt Public Enemy for being unable to locate even one pure black source (begging Chuck D's own question in Fear of a Black Planet: Who is Pure? What is pure?).

Puritan austerity was so tempered by Dutch indifference, that mercy itself could not have dictated a milder system.

They call themselves gentlemen, I warrant you; but, as my first husband used to say, they should remember it is we that pay them. And to be sure it is very hard upon us to be obliged to pay them, and to keep 'um too, as we publicans are.