Socialism Is Like A Dream. Sooner Or

One Evening At Chequers The Film Was Oliver Twist. Rufus, As Usual, Had The Best Seat In The House, On His Master's Lap. At The Point When Bill Sikes Was About To Drown His Dog To Put The Police Off His Track, Churchill Covered Rufus's Eyes With His Hand. He Said, "don't Look Now, Dear. I'll Tell You About It Afterwards."

We Used To Be A Source Of Fuel; We Are Increasingly Becoming A Sink. These Supplies Of Foreign Liquid Fuel Are No Doubt Vital To Our Industry, But Our Ever-increasing Dependence Upon Them Ought To Arouse Serious And Timely Reflection. The Scientific Utilisation, By Liquefaction, Pulverisation And Other Processes, Or Our Vast And Magnificent Deposits Of Coal, Constitutes A National Object Of Prime Importance.

Nowadays We Are Assailed By A Chorus Of Horrid Threats. The Nazi Government Exudes Through Every Neutral State Inside Information Of The Frightful Vengeance They Are Going To Wreak Upon Us, And They Also Bawl It Around The World By Their Leather-lunged Propaganda Machine. If Words Could Kill, We Should Be Dead Already.

What Is Our Policy? ... To Wage War Against A Monstrous Tyranny, Never Surpassed In The Dark, Lamentable Catalogue Of Human Crime.

I Should Have Liked To Be Asked To Say What I Knew. They Always Tried To Ask What I Did Not Know. When I Would Have Willingly Displayed My Knowledge, They Sought To Expose My Ignorance. This Sort Of Treatment Had Only One Result: I Did Not Do Well In Examinations