The decision, hailed and demanded in expectation by his own (?) son, to withdraw the genius-perpetrator Woody Allen's memoirs might have been expected against even an icon so entrenched in his supposed genius and wickedness. Expected, for so few supposedly stood against the tidal wave of condemnation and - moreover - demand that condemnation be issued not by the institutions of justice - so very marred by their impartial, slow progress of the senses, of sensitivity - into a beacon of justice for all, no matter how small, but foremost against those already put in the dock.
Censorship has, for want of desire for nuanced term, an ugly history, and as experienced in the latter decade's increasingly prevalent, absurd and - all at once - relevant discussion about "private censorship", in other words, the unkeen (and instinctively irrational) tendency to deny treating with
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