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The Language Of Priorities Is The Religion Of Socialism.

No Amount Of Cajolery, And No Attempts At Ethical Or Social Seduction, Can Eradicate From My Heart A Deep Burning Hatred For The Tory Party. So Far As I Am Concerned They Are Lower Than Vermin.

He Brings To The Fierce Struggle Of Politics The Tepid Enthusiasm Of A Lazy Summer Afternoon At A Cricket Match.

A Society In Which The People's Wants Do Not Exceed Their Possessions Is Not A Socialist Society.

He Seems Determined To Make A Trumpet Sound Like A Tin Whistle.