From the introduction to The Outbursts of Everett True (1906):
We’re all of us mollycoddles—more or less.
We have a valuable hour which somebody wearies away in recitals of troubles with his furnace. We look pleasant when a neighbor hurls at us the “bright sayings of his little Willie (ed. hehe). We graciously permit a man to give the hot air treatment to some question of politics—and dinner growing colder every minute. We tolerate the nuisance and the boor, even smiling, at times, instead of resenting intrusions and impertinences.
And all for the sake of peace.
Everett True lacks our weakness in treatment of the human pest. He is a living protest against the incarnate irritants that are with us always. He is not a reformer, but rather an executioner, inflicting punishment where he comes in contact with fit subjects of penal treatment.
Mr. True’s victims call him a “grouch.” In reality he is a humanitarian.
Everett True kicks so much ass it’s unbelievable!
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