Our major universities are now stuck with an army of pedestrian, toadying careerists, Fifties types who wave around Sixties banners to conceal their record of ruthless, beaver-like tunneling to the top.

Once you have become the centre of a conflict in a complex governmental enterprise you have the obligation to resign.

Manhood coerced into sensitivity is no manhood at all.

If men are obsolete, then women will soon be extinct -- unless we rush down that ominous Brave New World path where women clone themselves by parthenogenesis, as famously do Komodo dragons, hammerhead sharks, and pit vipers.

Woman is the dominant sex. Men have to do all sorts of stuff to prove that they are worthy of woman's attention.

Criticism at its best is re-creative, not spirit-killing.

A war still rages over the legacy of the 1960s.