Well, if not dozens, half-dozens; gallant pens are alive; one can speak of them in the plural.

I venture to say that they would be satisfied with a dozen for audience, for a commencement.

They would perish of inanition, unfed, unapplauded, amenable to the laws perchance for an assault on their last remaining pair of ears or heels, to hold them fast.

But the example is the thing; sacrifices must be expected.
The example might, one hopes, create a taste.

A great modern writer, of clearest eye and head, now departed, capable in activity of presenting thoughtful women, thinking men, groaned over his puppetry, that he dared not animate them, flesh though they were, with the fires of positive brainstuff.