Everyone Who Is Not Happy Must Be

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.

All Power Corrupts But Some Must Govern.

Yet It's Not For Want Of Future That I'm Here, He Thought. It's For Want Of A Present.

By Repetition, Each Lie Becomes An Irreversible Fact Upon Which Other Lies Are Constructed.

More Particularly, Having A Largely German-oriented Education Has Made Me Very Responsive To 19th-century German Literature.