Oscar Wilde once said that a man had to have a heart of stone to read Dickens's cloying portrayal of the death of little Nell without laughing. Had he been with us to witness the incontinent cataract of sentimental rubbish that greeted the death of the journalist David Halberstam (actually, the invariable epithet was "the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist David Halberstam"), Wilde would have added that it took a stomach of steel to digest it all without . . . well, you know.
Worth reading.
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