And journalism in England suffers from the prevailing anarchy.

In France, Italy, and Germany journalism is a career in which an eloquent and cultured youth may honourably win his spurs.

In many countries this way of earning one's bread can still be turned into an art by the gifted and high-minded; but in England thanks in the main to the anonymity of the press cunningly contrived by the capitalist, the journalist or modern preacher is turned into a venal voice, a soulless Cheapjack paid to puff his master's wares.

Clearly our "Professor of AEsthetics and Critic of Art" is likely to have a doleful time of it in nineteenth century London.
Oscar had already dipped into his little patrimony, as we have seen, and he could not conceal from himself that he would soon have to live on what he could earn--a few pounds a week.

But then he was a poet and had boundless confidence in his own ability.