Curtain.
Literary Criticism, New Style
The Menckenite raves like a maddened bull
Cavorting in ink as he bellows and bawls;
The sputtering sparks, like fleas in wool.
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Leap up from his pen as he scratches and scrawls.
With nothing to say, he's frantic to say it;
He snatches a book in a frenzy to flay it;
If thought there is in it, he'll not stop to weigh it,
For such a procedure would only delay it.
With dash, and a sprinkling of borrowed wit,
And random quotations to seem analytic.
His single desire is to make a hit--
O weep, shade of Arnold, they call him a critic!