Sex Is A Slotmachine.

It Has Been The Struggle Between Privileged Men Who Have Managed To Get Hold Of The Levers Of Power And The People In General Withtheir Vague And Changing Aspirations For Equality, For Justice, For Some Kind Of Gentler Brotherhood And Peace, Which Has Kept That Balance Of Forces We Call Our System Of Government In Equilibrium.

Love Is Cheap. You Can Buy It Anywhere. Lives Are Cheap. It's Money That's Dear. You Have To Work Days And Sit Up Nights Thinking How To Make Money.

But What's The Good Of Freedom? What Can You Do With It? What One Wants Is To Live Well And Have A Beautiful House And Be Respected By People.

The People Of This Country Are Too Tolerant. There's No Other Country In The World Where They'd Allow It... After All We Built Up This Country And Then We Allow A Lot Of Foreigners, The Scum Of Europe, The Offscourings Of Polish Ghettos To Come And Run It For Us.

Every Generation Rewrites The Past. In Easy Times History Is More Or Less Of An Ornamental Art, But In Times Of Danger We Are Driven To The Written Record By A Pressing Need To Find Answers To The Riddles Of Today.... In Times Of Change And Danger When There Is A Quicksand Of Fear Under Men's Reasoning, A Sense Of Continuity With Generations Gone Before Can Stretch Like A Lifeline Across The Scary Present And Get Us Past That Idiot Delusion Of The Exceptional Now That Blocks Good Thinking.