Saturday, 23 August 2014 12:27
Today my thoughts passed over the grave of Orwell and methought I heard raucous laughter. Let’s hope it signifies the man is somewhere remote and detached and able to laugh now at us sheep scrambling mindlessly to the fate we so richly deserve. Liking to think I’m not a sheep, I nevertheless am caught up in this crowd-drift to a fate that seems to be inescapable for us all. Yet there will come a time when I have to ‘fess up’ and admit that I haven’t done enough. Will you?