The Whole Project Of European Union Is

Except For Its Worst Inner-city Slums, America Is Not The Primitive Capitalist Jungle Of European Imagination, Where Human Beings Slink Away Like Wounded Animals To Die In Bloodstained Holes.

The First Job Of The Historian And Of The Journalist Is To Find Facts. Not The Only Job, Perhaps Not The Most Important, But The First. Facts Are The Cobblestones From Which We Build Roads Of Analysis, Mosaic Tiles That We Fit Together To Compose Pictures Of Past And Present. There Will Be Disagreement About Where The Road Leads And What Reality Or Truth Is Revealed By The Mosaic Picture. The Facts Themselves Must Be Checked Against All The Available Evidence. But Some Are Round And Hard--and The Most Powerful Leaders In The World Can Trip Over Them. So Can Writers, Dissidents And Saints.

Starting From The Ruins Of The Second World War, We - All Europeans Said, After Centuries Of Fighting Each Other, We're Going To Build Permanent Arrangements In Which Peace Between European Countries Is Secured, Freedom Is Secured, And Growing Prosperity. And That's What We Have Done Over The Last 70 Years.

Every Step That Produces A Single Job For A Currently Unemployed European Should Be Taken. Every Centimetre Of Red Tape That Puts Someone Out Of Work Must Be Torn Up.

Europe Is A Woman, Now Middle-aged, Who Has Already Had A Number Of Heart Attacks And Is Currently Experiencing The Biggest Health Crisis Of Her Life, But One That Need Not Be Fatal.