Literature gives us an ability to travel through time to years gone by, when words held different views and meaning than our own. Here is an example I was surprised to find in Isaac Asimov's fine collection of robot short stories, as I am working my way toward Foundation. Is the author though of any less for his colorful language common for the time?
"It wasn't much of a hobby, but sometimes someone would bring out a radio or an alarm clock and the money he would get paid for juggling its insides was the only money he ever got that didn't pass in driblets through his spouse's niggardly hands."
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