Free Love Is Too Expensive.

I Think My Life Will Always Be Worth Living, Though I Don't Imagine It Being Very Easy.

Should An Anthropologist Or A Sociologist Be Looking For A Bizarre Society To Study, I Would Suggest He Come To Ulster. It Is One Of Europe's Oddest Countries. Here, In The Middle Of The Twentieth Century, With Modern Technology Transforming Everybody's Lives, You Find A Medieval Mentality That Is Being Dragged Painfully Into The Eighteenth Century By Some Forward-looking People.

It Did Not Seem To Me That Prejudice, Poverty, Discrimination, Repression And Racism Were Confined To The North Of Ireland. I Could See Them Everywhere I Spoke And Still Cannot Comprehend The Mentality That Argues That I Should Have Pretended Not To See Them, Because It Wasn't My Business.

I Got Quite Bored, Serving In The Bar. Since I Was There, The Customers Wouldn't Talk About Women, And With Half Their Subject Matter Denied Them, It Was: Horses, Silence; Horses, Silence.

Basically, I Have No Place In Organized Politics. By Coming To The British Parliament, I've Allowed The People To Sacrifice Me At The Top And Let Go The More Effective Job I Should Be Doing At The Bottom.