The Life Of Nations No Less Than

The Life Of Nations No Less Than That Of Men Is Lived Largely In The Imagination.

I Should Like To Have Been Killed In The War.

Values Exist In A Transcendental Realm, Beyond Space And Time. They Can Neither Be Fought For, Nor Destroyed.

I Do Here In The Most Solemn And Bitter Manner Curse The Prime Minister Of England [sic] For Having Cumulated All His Other Betrayals Of The National Interest And Honour, By His Last Terrible Exhibition Of Dishonour, Weakness And Gullibility. The Depths Of Infamy Which Our Accurst "love Of Peace" Can Lower Us Are Unfathomable.

Yet We Slink About Like Whipped Curs:;... Our Self-abasement Principally Takes The Form Of Subservience To The United States:;... We Are Under No Necessity To Participate In The American Nightmare Of A Soviet Monster Barely Held At Bay In All Quarters Of The Globe By An Inconceivable Nuclear Armament And By Political Intervention Everywhere From Poland To Cambodia. It Is The Americans Who Need Us In Order To Act Out Their Crazy Scenario... We Simply Do Not Need To Go Chasing Up And Down After The Vagaries Of The Next Ignoramus To Become President Of The United States.