I am getting quoted a lot — here for example — and

getting more calls from talk radio producers than I can cope with. All of

which ought to be nice, but somehow isn’t. I’m depressed. The West is done

for. It was the exchanges about Maggie Thatcher that sank me in gloom. A

person like that could never get elected to anything today — not in the

USA, certainly not in Britain. We have drunk too deep from the PC well,

inhaled too much of the vapor of Historical Guilt. We are doomed, doomed.

Commentary is pointless. I shall write another novel.