You're familiar with the tragedies of antiquity, are you? The great homicidal classics?

The days of the digitals are numbered. The metaphor is built into them like a self-destruct mechanism.

Poetical feelings are a peril to scholarship. There are always poetical people ready to protest that a corrupt line is exquisite. Exquisite to whom? The Romans were foreigners writing for foreigners two millenniums ago; and for people whose gods we find quaint, whose savagery we abominate, whose private habits we don't like to talk about, but whose idea of what is exquisite is, we flatter ourselves, mysteriously identical to ours.

The idea of the state is, or should be, a very limited, prescribed idea. The state looks after the defense of the realm, and other matters - raising revenue to pay for things which are for all of us, and so on. That idea has turned turtle now. The state isn't any longer perceived as an institution which exists to serve us.

There's something scary about stupidity made coherent.

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

My scripts are possibly too talkative.