One Can Love A Child, Perhaps, More

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.

It Was Soon Noticed That When Ever There Was Work To Be Done The Cat Could Never Be Found.

Sooner Or Later A False Belief Bumps Up Against Solid Reality, Usually On A Battlefield.

Language Ought To Be The Joint Creation Of Poets And Manual Workers.

In A Time Of Universal Deceit - Telling The Truth Is A Revolutionary Act.