I don’t feel proprietary, but I do feel there is a human identity to the borough of Hackney that’s quite peculiar. It was always bloody-minded and difficult; it always stood up to central government.
The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.
Ideas should be neutral. But man animates them with his passions and folly. Impure and turned into beliefs, they take on the appearance of reality. The passage from logic is consummated. Thus are born ideologies, doctrines, and bloody farce.
The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.