History Offers Us Vicarious Experience. It Allows

I Would Have Been A Disaster As A Career Politician. I Would Never Have Toed A Party Line.

The Fate Of Peoples Is Made Like This, Two Men In Small Rooms. Forget The Coronations, The Conclaves Of Cardinals, The Pomp And Processions. This Is How The World Changes: A Counter Pushed Across A Table, A Pen Stroke That Alters The Force Of A Phrase, A Woman's Sigh As She Passes And Leaves On The Air A Trail Of Orange Flower Or Rose Water; Her Hand Pulling Close The Bed Curtain, The Discreet Sigh Of Flesh Against Flesh.

What [margaret Thatcher] Made A Play For Was The Acquisitive: Our Greedy Nature. She Set Aside Other Things Like An Identification With Community, Altruism. The Only Collective That She Understood Was: Rally Around And Slay The Enemy.

She Is Very Plain. What Does Henry See In Her?'" "he Thinks She's Stupid. He Finds It Restful.

It Is Better Not To Try People, Not To Force Them To Desperation. Make Them Prosper; Out Of Superfluidity, They Will Be Generous. Full Bellies Breed Gentle Manners. The Pinch Of Famine Makes Monsters.