Only in England is the perversion of language regarded as a victory for democracy.
It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now.
All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.
Each man kills the thing he loves.
Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?
But don't think that it's a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It's our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it's cold outside. But it's not the cold's fault that it's cold.