One could not avoid it, but one could perhaps postpone it: and yet instead, every now and again, by a conscious, wilful act, one chose to shorten the interval before it happened.
Their job seemed to me so hopeless, so appalling that I wondered how anyone could put up with such a thing when prison was a possible alternative.
For a second, two seconds, they had exchanged an equivocal glance, and that was the end of the story. But even that was a memorable event in the locked loneliness in which one had to live.
And who are its enemies? It always appears that they are not only those who attack it openly and consciously, but those who ‘objectively' endanger it by spreading mistaken doctrines. In other words, defending democracy involves destroying all independence of thought.
Who cares?' she said impatiently, 'it's always one bloody war after another, and one knows the news is all lies anyway.
Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase in pain. Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop.