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ing. How curiously accurate a prophecy it \vas. We sold
about 610,000 single volumes. We paid Mrs. Grant some-
where between £420,000, and $450,000. I do not remember
the exact figure. When I talked with Gen. Grant in No-
vember 1884, 13 months before his first volume was pub-
lished, I ciphered on the sales achieved by my own books
and told him that by my reckoning his book must sell
600,000 volumes.)

Club Subject: The insincerity of man—all men are
liars, partial or hiders of facts, half tellers of truths, shirks,
moral sneaks. When a merely honest man appears he is a
comet—his fame is eternal—needs no genius, no talent—
mere honesty—Luther, Christ, etc.

Macaulay's grand edition weighed 45 tons. Our first
issue (Dec. i) ought to weigh 300 tons.

We now for the first time begin to hear of the
typesetting machine, which was to become the
Frankenstein monster to destroy him. His enthu-
siasm concerning the book is less noticeable; the
possibilities of the typesetter claim attention.

There are 11,000 papers and periodicals in America.

This typesetter does not get drunk.

He does not join the printers' union.

He does not distribute a "dirty case."

He does not set a "dirty proof."

A woman can operate him.

He can snatch up late matter, eight "takes" at a mouth-
ful, at three in the morning, when the paper is in a hurry
to get to press.

It becomes a kind of rhapsody and breaks out
in a variety of forms, often in a bewildering ar-
ray of figures.

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