If I Wrote A Book About England

What Arouses The Indignation Of The Honest Satirist Is Not, Unless The Man Is A Prig, The Fact That People In Positions Of Power Or Influence Behave Idiotically, Or Even That They Behave Wickedly. It Is That They Conspire Successfully To Impose Upon The Public A Picture Of Themselves As So Very Sagacious, Honest And Well-intentioned.

A Wartime Minister Of Information Is Compelled, In The National Interest, To Such Continuous Acts Of Duplicity That Even His Natural Hair Must Grow To Resemble A Wig.

Never Underestimate The Effectiveness Of A Straight Cash Bribe.

Evidently There Are Plenty Of People In Journalism Who Have Neither Got What They Liked Nor Quite Grown To Like What They Get. They Write Pieces They Do Not Much Enjoy Writing, For Papers They Totally Despise, And The Sad Process Ends By Ruining Their Style And Disintegrating Their Personality, Two Developments Which In A Writer Cannot Be Separate, Since His Personality And Style Must Progress Or Deteriorate Together, Like A Married Couple In A Country Where Death Is The Only Permissible Divorce.

The Hired Journalist, I Thought, Ought To Realize That He Is Partly In The Entertainment Business And Partly In The Advertising Business - Advertising Either Goods, Or A Cause, Or A Government. He Just Has To Make Up His Mind Whom He Wants To Entertain, And What He Wants To Advertise.