The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 389 - 389 229 Golf and Press Censorship 6K2_3

389: Chapter 229 Golf and Press Censorship (6K2)_3 389: Chapter 229 Golf and Press Censorship (6K2)_3 Whether during the reign of Louis XVI, the Great Revolution period, or the time when Napoleon proclaimed himself emperor, this style of conduct helped them survive unscathed in the political arena.

As for those who made snide remarks, if they were placed in the same period, not to mention surviving six changes of regime, they would most likely have been executed earlier than Louis XVI.”

Lionel couldn’t help revealing a somewhat inscrutable smile as he heard this.

He took out a cigar case from his pocket, flicked it lightly, and opened the lid: “Arthur, I didn’t expect you to share the same views as my Uncle James.

I thought we young people are all fond of fantasies.”

Arthur reached for a cigar from the case and lit it: “Young people indeed love to fantasize, so if you can awaken earlier than your peers, you will easily have an advantage.

You can use the time you’d otherwise spend fantasizing to learn some useful skills or knowledge, although these skills and knowledge might seem trivial compared to some people’s inherent advantages.”

Lionel smiled, “But it’s better than nothing.”

Arthur nodded slightly, “Exactly, at least you have a head start.”

As Lionel heard this, he suddenly shifted the conversation, “Arthur, speaking of which, I have just come upon a list of young dreamers.

Would you be interested in helping them shake off their harmful and useless fantasies and start doing something practical?”

“Hmm?”

Arthur sensed something amiss from Lionel’s words.

He half-opened his mouth and let the cigar smoke roll at the edge of his lips, “Isn’t the order in Financial City maintained by a security team hired by the Financial City autonomous body with a huge budget?

The police force there is far more abundant than in the metropolitan areas, and Scotland Yard’s reach doesn’t extend there.”

“No, no, no, Arthur, you misunderstand,” Lionel asked with a smile, “I’m not talking about physical attacks and destruction but rather an assault on the Rothschild’s through public opinion and on a mental level.”

“Public opinion and mental?”

Arthur did not plan to directly accept his friend’s request but chose instead to continue being evasive, “Lionel, hasn’t Rothschild just bought a significant share of The Times this year?

I don’t think there’s any newspaper in Britain that can overpower The Times in terms of public opinion.

Even our ‘Britisher’ has seen a surge in sales recently thanks to the matrimonial ads published there.”

Lionel saw Arthur was not giving in, so he tentatively threw him a lead, “Arthur, I remember you have a fondness for literature and philosophy.”

“Of course, if not for that, I wouldn’t have started ‘Britisher’,” Arthur calmly puffed on his cigar, “Lionel, you know, literature is my dream, just like playing the piano.”

Lionel asked with a smile, “Then, aside from your writing, do you also check out literary review magazines like Blackwood’s?

The recent issue of Blackwood’s featuring an article from a French newspaper was extraordinarily brilliant.”

Arthur suddenly remembered which article it was, “Are you talking about the one regarding Ludwig Berner’s debate with Heine in Paris?

That was indeed brilliant.

Although I don’t entirely agree with Mr.

Berner’s arguments, his creative use of metaphor is certainly praiseworthy.”

Lionel couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “You’re right, after all, other than Berner, there’s probably no one else who would criticize Goethe from Weimar as a ‘rhyming slave’.”

Arthur half-joked, “That’s still better than Wurttemberg’s Hegel, who, in Berner’s words, is an ‘unrhymed slave’.”

Lionel nodded, “Yet, he was somewhat merciful in his critique of Heine, only deeming him a ‘slave to aestheticism’.”

The Red Devil lying on the acacia tree poked its ear with a branch, frowning as it spoke, “All damned slaves?

Arthur, is this Berner a Spartan from Ancient Greece or what?”

Lionel laughed and continued, “But leaving aside Goethe and Hegel.

About his description of Heine, I think Berner really didn’t get it wrong.

Just as he said in the article: breaking from an illusion enlightens a person more than discovering a truth.

Arthur, you folks in the police are always so practical and rational, probably because Mr.

Berner had early experience working as a police clerk.

I think, Mr.

Heine is just reluctant to break free from his own illusions.”

Look at what he writes, yet he wants to publish it all in Britain.

Although Britain has initially realized the freedom of press, in the field of book censorship, at the very least, there’s still a need to respect the facts, right?”

Arthur took the yellowed manuscript from Lionel’s hand, and after only a glance, instantly understood why the Rothschilds were so infuriated by this document.

People of Europe, look in front of you, Rothschild I, together with Wellington, Metternich, and the Pope, has formed a wall against freedom.

The Rothschilds have always played the same game, aimed at amassing wealth.

Bankers are the greatest enemy of a nation, and they cause more harm to the foundation of freedom than anyone else.

Without a doubt, if the Rothschilds had not funded those dictators, the majority of Europeans would now be enjoying complete freedom.