He turned into the Underground station. At the entrance a man was selling the evening papers. SOCIALIST ROBBERY SCHEME. FIRST READING. The words glared out from the placard. Glad of an excuse to distract his mind, Walter bought a paper. The Liberal-Labour Government's bill for the nationalization of the mines had passed its first reading by the usual majority. Walter read the news with pleasure. His political opinions were advanced. Not so the opinions of the proprietor of the evening paper. The language of the leading article was savagely violent.
"The ruffians," thought Walter as he read it. The article invoked in him a stimulating enthusiasm for all that it assailed, a delightful hatred for Capitalists and Reactionaries. The barriers of his individuality were momentarily thrown down, the personal complexities were abolished. Possessed by the joy of political battle, he overflowed his boundaries; he became, so to speak, larger than himself -- larger and simpler.
"The ruffians," he repeated, thinking of the oppressors, the monopolizers.
Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point.
Speaking of hate reading, I told myself a couple months ago that I would start reading Drudge Report, but I admit that I haven't been motivated enough to get around to it.