Pecked to Death

As a literary type, the savage critic dates back almost to the Big Bang. Nasty caveman snots undoubtedly started throwing things before cave paintings even dried (they didn't call it the Stone Age for nothing). With a little scholarly push, some brilliant classicist could probably unearth the name of the Corinthian creep who declared, just after reading a galley of The Iliad: "People will realize someday that this is nothing but a Brad Pitt vehicle."

Without savage criticism,

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