Some Hams Hanging In The Kitchen Were

On Each Landing, Opposite The Lift Shaft, The Poster With The Enormous Face Gazed From The Wall. It Was One Of Those Pictures Which Are So Contrived That The Eyes Follow You About When You Move. Big Brother Is Watching You, The Caption Beneath It Ran.

As I Write, Highly Civilized Human Beings Are Flying Overhead, Trying To Kill Me.

Literature Is Doomed If Liberty Of Thought Perishes.

A Family With The Wrong Members In Control; That, Perhaps, Is As Near As One Can Come To Describing England In A Phrase.

I Do Not Wish To Comment On The Work; If It Does Not Speak For Itself, It Is A Failure.