Why do humans exist? A major part of the answer: because Pikaia Gracilens survived the Burgess decimation.

The Postmodernists' tyranny wears people down by boredom and semi-literate prose.

A Great voice has fallen silent. A great heart has stopped.

I don't envy or much respect people who are completely politicised.

Authors who moan with praise for their editors always seem to reek slightly of the Stockholm syndrome.

We inherited these principles and these freedoms and we here highly resolve that we shall pass them on, as we will pass on an undivided Republic purged of racism and slavery, to our descendants. The popgun discharges of a few pathetic sectarians and crackpot revisionists are negligible, and will be drowned by the mounting chorus that demands: 'Mr Jefferson! BUILD UP THAT WALL'.

The human wish to credit good things as miraculous and to charge bad things to another account is apparently universal.