ngojulayi 2019, udalet wamemezela ukutholwa kwebhizinisi le--ooyala flex media platform. ukusheshisa komsebenzi wale nkampani, ukuthutha kuletha inani elikhulu kumakhasimende asedalet nase--ooyala, kuvula amathuba amakhulu we--ott nokusatshalaliswa kwedijithali. Kusigaba 4 isabizwana sokukhomba eduze ngu-le. Isandiso sokukhomba eduze ngu – kule. Kusabizwana sokukhomba buqamama – leyo, isandiso sendawo ngu-kuleyo. Kusabizwana sokukhomba kude –leya, isandiso sendawo ngu-kuleya. there are few exercises in that idle speculation on the might--have--been, which nobody has satirised more frequently or more sharply than thackeray himself, so tempting as the enquiry what would have happened, as far as literature is concerned, if he had not lost his fortune so early, and had not been forced to write for a living. despite, or because of this compulsion he was never exactly an industrious man; he never wrote with anything like the rapidity of most men, and especially of most novelists who betake themselves to regular work with the pen; the personal shudder with which he commemorates george warringtons labelling of his press work as les chaînes de lesclavage is unmistakable; and he was to the last reluctant to give up the social amusements, the unchecked wanderings, the periods of passive observation and active enjoyment whichthough they are perhaps more valuable to the man of letters than to anybody elsethe man of letters who is not born to fortune generally finds that he has to forego. on the other hand, the almost irresistible attraction which drew thackeray to literature is obvious. he practised writing in his undergraduate days, he practised it while that fortune still lasted which he unluckily wasted, at least in part, on newspaper support, forgetting the sound and important doctrine that those who serve the altar should live of the altar, not it of them! it is almost impossible to conceive a thackeray who should not have written thackerays works. yet again we know that a small independent fortune such as his (for indisputable authority says that it never exceeded five hundred a year), though it ought to be the very sinews of literary exertion is more often its pillow, and a pillow which sometimes smothers it. 2