Completing A Book, It's A Little Like

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous. But Neither, In My Experience, Do We Ever Reach A Plane Of Detachment Regarding Our Parents, However Wise And Old We May Become. To Pretend Otherwise Is To Cheat.

The Fact That You Can Only Do A Little Is No Excuse For Doing Nothing.

It Was Man Who Ended The Cold War In Case You Didn't Notice. It Wasn't Weaponry, Or Technology, Or Armies Or Campaigns. It Was Just Man. Not Even Western Man Either, As It Happened, But Our Sworn Enemy In The East, Who Went Into The Streets, Faced The Bullets And The Batons And Said: We've Had Enough. It Was Their Emperor, Not Ours, Who Had The Nerve To Mount The Rostrum And Declare He Had No Clothes. And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day.

In Every Operation There Is An Above The Line And A Below The Line. Above The Line Is What You Do By The Book. Below The Line Is How You Do The Job.

How Bush And His Junta Succeeded In Deflecting America's Anger From Bin Laden To Saddam Hussein Is One Of The Great Public Relations Conjuring Tricks Of History. But They Swung It. A Recent Poll Tells Us That One In Two Americans Now Believe Saddam Was Responsible For The Attack On The World Trade Centre.