When Atlantic Monthly editor James Russell Lowell published an excerpt from Henry David Thoreau’s Maine Woods in the July, 1858 issue, he cut a sentence without Thoreau’s permission.

This is when the quiet little man from Walden Pond showed his tiger teeth.

“I do not ask anybody to adopt my opinions, but I do expect that when they ask for them to print, they will print them, or obtain my consent to their alteration…. I am not willing to be associated in any way, unnecessarily, with parties who will confess themselves so bigoted and timid as this implies. I could excuse a man who was afraid of an uplifted fist, but if one habitually manifests fear at the utterance of a sincere thought, I must think that his life is a kind of nightmare continued in broad daylight. It is hard to conceive of one so completely derivative. Is this the avowed character of the Atlantic Monthly? I should like an early reply.”

– reprinted from Steve King's Today In Literature.

There are tigers of the jungle.

And tigers of the mind.

And tigers of Accidental Magic.

Roy H. Williams