This book was for Whitey, and was read by naughty kids who had just entered their second stage of puberty. It meant poison, no brains, and straightforward reading, and only when the naughty kids read it would they have a sense of subrogation. Furthermore, for those who had just come into contact with a novel, their education was not good enough for them to enjoy it, so no matter how venomous this book was, there would still be people who read it.
