Rubbishy

We pointed out last April, for instance, that Mr. [Alfred Russel] Wallace pronounced the most wonderful panegyric on the eloquent spiritual teachings of “mediums” of whose utterly stilted and unmeaning verbiage we gave our readers some specimens, and we could not help doubting the calmness of a judgment which was evidently so intoxicated with the class of marvels with which it had been dealing, that it could seriously see beauty and power in tall talk of the rubbishiest, the most vulgar, and the most ungrammatical description.

“Every little bit helps,” the queen whispers, recalling the mantra of the original settlers. A whole life lived in a hole in the ground. Rubbish. Sacrifice for future generations. Rubbish. The Orthocracy? Rubbish. The CorpComs? Rubbishier rubbish. She is going to ehange all of that. A little more time. A few more raids.