With relentless selectivity, the Communist machine has winnowed out the grain and retained only the chaff of Western culture.

I say to myself that I mustn’t let myself be cut off in there, and yet the moment I enter my bag is taken out of my hand, I’m pushed in, shepherded, nursed and above all cut off, alone. Whitehall envelops me.

Everything goes wrong for a government which is going wrong.

For the intellectual, material comforts are relatively unimportant.