Explore "Thersites" by Ambrose Bierce on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
So, in the Sunday papers "you", Del Mar, / Damn, all great Englishmen in English speech? / I am no Englishman, but in my reach / A rogue shall never rail where heroes are.
You are the man, if I mistake you not, / Who lately with a supplicating twitch / Plucked at the pockets of the London rich / And paid your share-engraver all you got.
Because that you have greatly lied, because / You libel nations, and because no hand / Of officer is raised to bid you stand, / And falsehood is unpunished of the laws,
I stand here in a public place to mark / With level finger where you part the crowd -- / I stand to name you and to cry aloud: / "Behold mendacity's great hierarch!"