ASLAKSEN. Jeg kan ikke leve af et godt blad. Nu skulde her vækkes røre; her skulde gøres ende på, som De lovte igår; stormændene skulde stilles i gabestokken; der skulde komme slige ting ind, som alle måtte læse, – og så svigter De –
ASLAKSEN. I can’t live on a good paper. You were to make things lively; you were to grapple with abuses, as you promised yesterday. The bigwigs were to be pilloried; the paper was to be filled with things people were bound to read -- and now, you leave me in the lurch --
