That proper English is dead is not news. Methinks thou dost protest too much ......
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous
fortune journalismOr to take arms against a sea of
troubles functional illiteratesAnd by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to
dream be finally rid of the pox of illiterate "journalists": ay, there's the rub,