Editors From England

"If we're meant to be together, change the way you see the weather Live for now, forget forever"

"Throw your stones (Wo-oh-oh-ohhh) We can hold our own (Wo-oh-oh-ohhh) I don't need no microphone"

"Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds Someone had to draw a line We'll be coming back for you one day We'll be coming back for you one day"

"Need to tell myself I don't care Need to tell myself you're not there Need some air, need some space Need some air The way I'm feeling I just don't care. This is Starship Trooper living on a whole other planet Reboot computer"

"And I love being under the influence, under the influence of you And your voice sounds like it's an instrument Everything you say rings true"

"When life throws us obstacles and nothing seems fair at all impossible's possible 'cause you take us there Feelings ain't optional And these are our chronicles Impossible's possible And you take us there And true love isn't scared True love isn't scared True love isn't scared True love isn't scared"

"I gotta get out of this habit we're in The weekend comes and we're at it again Sayin' it won't but it's happened again, slackin' I worship the ground you walk on but you're dragging me down We never had a day go by we were sober Sittin' in a cold room wide awake And now I've gotta say goodbye to the sofa See, I gotta go, can't hide away"

"To-ing fro-ing never knowing if I'm coming or I'm going living in the fast lane but our heartbeat's slowing"

"I'm missing my halo Where did today go? Why does it rain so much when it says so? Let me show you all the beautiful things What do they know? Come taste the rainbow Always gonna live like it's my last day"

"Time might fly girls may cry lights may die but the skies don't lie It'll all make perfect sense if you follow me Come follow me now"

"If we don't kill ourselves, we'll be the leaders of a messed up generation If we don't kid ourselves, will they believe us if we tell them the reasons why? Did we take it too far (take it too far)? Did we chase the rabbit into Wonderland, lose a hundred grand, Will they understand it was all to stay awake for the longest"

"Ooh, I said I'd never let you down, You said you'd never let me down, And now I gotta let you let me leave. Ooh, I said I'd never let you down, You said you'd never let me down, And now I gotta let you let me leave."

"Start to think it could be fizzling out Kinda shocked because I never really had any doubts Look into your eyes, imagine life without ya And the love kick starts again"

"I don't know why it happened so fast When I tried to speak your language I'm happy you laughed 'cause I'm hardly a linguist spoke through kisses cos you didn't speak English and it was hard to distinguish love at first sight or holiday romance? Don't care, I was lost in the moment I really should'a missed that flight"

"Two lives, living two lives I don't know which side of me is where the truth lies I'm living two lives, living two lives I got two sides of me try'n'a do right I got one on each shoulder both saying "I told ya" One is saying "Go" and the other's saying "No, no, no.""

"She's electric, she's the current running through my veins She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain Now I should be thinking it over Instead I'm calling her over Now she's here and she won't go quietly I should be thinking it over Instead I'm calling her over Now she's here but she won't go quietly"

"I've never been afraid of the highest heights or afraid of flying now I've never been afraid of the wildest fights not afraid of dying But now I want off this ride cos you're scaring me and I don't like where we're going I need a new funfair cos you're scaring me and I don't like where we're going And now you're gonna miss me, I know you're gonna miss me I guarantee you'll miss me Cos you changed the way you kiss me"

"I scribble on oak trees Pretty please you can sing my syllables credible My cordon bleu sonnets you just wishing they edible"

"You can't rap, my friend You're white and you're from Fulham Please put down the mic there's no way you can fool them Don't be stupid, you won't get that far Turn your back on hip-hop, bruv, and go and play guitar"

"It's worse by the day now, every time I lay down words come alive in my head and they play loud It's like they can't find a way out Wanna pull the plug on their party, it's starting to worry me, can't get to sleep when I wanna do How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you everywhere you went from the street to the bed and repeated through the night everything you said Tried so many things, pen and a pad by the side of my bed but it's sending me mad Every time I recline, I decline to opine but there's always a rhyme at the back of my mind... Sentences now they form in queues... And my mind won't stop cos I always gotta finish it"

"First we made the wheel Then we made the car Then we made the bomb Now it's all gone wrong"

"Cos we're starving We're hungry for more of the good stuff Thirsty for more of the bad stuff When you gonna show us the way?"

"Wash the kisses off my neck and lock my past in the basement I've found your perfect replacement I've found something, never need your nothing again I've found something, never need your nothing again I've found something, never need your nothing again I've found something, never need your nothing again"

"There's light at the end of the tunnel There's fight at the heart of a struggle Your smile should've told me you're trouble No more, no more, no more You owned me when I told you I love you you buried all my worth with a shovel Your smile should've told me you're trouble No more, no more, no more No more goodbyes (So long, so long, so long now) No more white lies You used to be the one true thing in my world You told me that you loved me. You're in love with yourself Shoulda listen to my mother You messed around the others now you're dead to me I've been sleeping with the enemy"

"You don't have to whisper You don't have to whisper no more Just scream and we'll take you to heaven Scream and we'll light up the world If we can make the whole world hear us then I can see the whole world changing I wanna make the whole world hear us Would that be so crazy? If we can make the whole world hear us then I can see the whole world changing I wanna make the whole world hear us Would that be amazing?"

"Take my hand and don't let go Take my hand and don't let go oh no Come with me Temptation Avenue"

"Take a bag with your clothes and leave your keys by the door 'cos she never wants to see you no more Never should have listened to the serpent You shot yourself in the foot again Take that sad little face and leave your pride at the door 'cos she never gonna touch you no more Never should have listened to the serpent You shot yourself in the foot again Face looks jaded Clothes look faded Keep walking on, my friend"

"Don't speak Don't speak no more Cos your eyes do the talking Don't speak Don't speak no more Cos your eyes do the talking You don't have to say nothing Say nothing Cos your eyes do the talking"

"Walter Hilton, in The Scale of Perfection, one of the most popular books of devotion in England in the fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries, has a long discussion on three ways of loving God."

"The term 'metaphysical poets' came into being long after the poets to whom we apply it were dead. Samuel Johnson, who coined it, did so with the consciousness that it was a piece of literary slang, that he was giving it a kind of nickname."

"Lewis established his reputation as a scholar with his first book, The Allegory of Love: A Study in Medieval Traditions (1936). This remains a great and profoundly original contribution to literary history. Whether one agrees or disagrees, in detail or in large, with its thesis, after reading this book one's whole imagination of the past has been extended and changed. Lewis recovered for the ordinary reader what had been lost for centuries, the power to read allegory and to respond to the allegorical mode of thinking. He was able to do so because he was a born allegorist himself."

"The Cocktail Party, The Confidential Clerk, and The Elder Statesman are distinguished from Eliot's earlier plays by their author's obvious desire to accomodate himself to the conventions of the stage at their most conventional level. In the earlier plays, Sweeney Agonistes, Murder in the Cathedral, and The Family Reunion, Eliot was working in the experimental theatre of the 'thirties, using such devices as the chorus, the direct appeal to the audience, soliloquy, lyrical solos and duets, and ritual and symbolic acts. In these last plays he deliberately wrote within the limits of what has been contemptuously called the "West End Play", or what Mr. Terence Rattigan called "Plays for Aunt Edna"."

"What was the modern movement in English and American literature has now passed into history. We have to call it the 'modernist movement'. Its great figures—Yeats, Pound, Eliot, Joyce, Lawrence, Wallace Stevens—are now well entrenched in academic syllabuses. The vultures and the crows have moved in over the old battlefields. Writers who once aroused a passionate enthusiasm and as passionate a disapproval are now the prey of bibliographers and textual critics, biographers and editors of letters, and students seeking doctorates."

"In the present case there is nothing in Mr Crossman's work to suggest that that he did not support the doctrine of joint Cabinet responsibility. The question for the court is whether it is shown that publication now might damage the doctrine notwithstanding that much of the action is up to 10 years old and three general elections have been held meanwhile... I can see no ground in law which would entitle the court to restrain publication of these matters."

"In 1946 a little pamphlet was published under the provocative title A Palestine Munich?, and a true period piece it is. Its authors were R.H.S. Crossman and Michael Foot, two clever Oxford men who were newly elected Labour MPs. ... Foot and Crossman pronounced that curse upon the Attlee government, for betraying the Zionist cause as Chamberlain had betrayed the Czechs. What's so remarkable from today's vantage point is that Crossman and Foot were not only Labour men but very much on the left of the party. And yet that was unremarkable at the time."

"Crossman was witty, sarcastic and offensive. He judged politicians below the belt rather than as embodiments of principle, and left little reason to suppose that his friends behaved differently from his enemies or the Conservative Party differently from the Labour Party. He was without doubt a Socialist (of a libertarian kind), and assumed that it was desirable to subvert middle-class respectability by a Socialist use of state power. But his principles, when not merely the cocksure excesses of an undergraduate mind, were the loquacious excesses of a theoretical mind and made him an object of mistrust in the Labour Party and among some of the trades union bores of his generation."

"In British eyes Mr Crossman is somewhat lacking in team spirit, and on more than one occasion his restless ambition has led him not only to take unjustifiable risks but to defy regulations which other temporary Civil Servants may find irksome but have to obey. On the other hand, with his agile mind, his almost daemonic energy, his considerable skill in broadcasting and in leaflet-writing, he has made a remarkable contribution to the whole technique of political warfare, especially in connection with military operations; and in making a final estimate of his work I have no hesitation in stating that his virtues greatly outweigh his faults. In other words, if he does not win a prize for good conduct, he certainly deserves a commendation for distinguished service."

"His achievements were really astonishingly few. He was proudest of his part, at some cost to his own career, in helping to force the British government to recognise the state of Israel. Zionism was one cause to which he remained devoted all his life; the last project on which he was working at the time of his death was a life of Weizman. From the perspective of 1990, however, it looks much less obviously a good cause than it seemed in 1948."

"Profits, wages and salaries are still determined not by any conditions of national interest or social justice, but by the traditional methods of laisser-faire. Under conditions of full employment, this must result in a continuous inflationary pressure, which undermines the real value of social security and small savings, as well as making our products less competitive in foreign markets and so jeopardising our capacity to maintain the standard of living."

"Your proposals are in fact far more revolutionary in their effects than an electoral promise to nationalise ICI and most of engineering. If I was perverse, I would say that they are diabolically and cunningly left-wing and Nye [Bevan] should have been clever enough to think them up. But you put them forward as ways of ensuring a calm evolution towards higher living standards and more personal freedom."

"The main task of socialism to-day is to prevent the concentration of power in the hands of either industrial management or the state bureaucracy—in brief, to distribute responsibility and so to enlarge freedom of choice."

"I suppose that as the virtues of our new comprehensives gradually become more widely known, the middle classes will get over the guilt that makes them pay so heavily for private schooling long after they have given up paying for private hospitalization. But I have no doubt that an ever-increasing number of young parents would be happier if a wicked socialist government compelled them to give up freedom of educational choice and accept compulsory state schooling for their sons and daughters."

"After all, it is not the pursuit of happiness but the enlargement of freedom which is socialism's aim."

"To realise that the socialist society is not the norm, evolved by material conditions, but the exception, imposed on immoral society by human will and social conscience, is not to emasculate our socialism, but to set ourselves a challenge."

"The last ten years have proved that the most backward totalitarian form of Socialism is superior to the decadent type of Capitalism we have in the Western World."

"I was appointed Minister of Housing on Saturday, October 17th, 1964. Now it is only the 22nd but, oh dear, it seems a long, long time. It also seems as though I had transferred myself completely to this new life as a Cabinet Minister. In a way it's just the same as I had expected and predicted. The room in which I sit is the same in which I saw Nye Bevan for almost the first time when he was Minister of Health, and already I realize the tremendous effort it requires not to be taken over by the Civil Service. My Minister's room is like a padded cell, and in certain ways I am like a person who is suddenly certified a lunatic and put safely into this great, vast room, cut off from real life and surrounded by male and female trained nurses and attendants. When I am in a good mood they occasionally allow an ordinary human being to come and visit me; but they make sure that I behave right, and that the other person behaves right; and they know how to handle me. Of course, they don't behave quite like nurses because the Civil Service is profoundly deferential – "Yes, Minister! No, Minister! If you wish it, Minister!" and combined with this there is a constant preoccupation to ensure that the Minister does what is correct. The Private Secretary's job is to make sure that when the Minister comes into Whitehall he doesn't let the side or himself down and behaves in accordance with the requirements of the institution. It's also profoundly true that one has only to do absolutely nothing whatsoever in order to be floated forward on the stream. I have forgotten what day it was – indeed, the whole of my life in the last four days has merged into one, curious, single day – when I turned to my Private Secretary, George Moseley, and said, "Now, you must teach me how to handle all this correspondence." And he sat opposite me with his owlish eyes and said to me, "Well, Minister, you see there are three ways of handling it. A letter can either be answered by you personally, in your own handwriting; or we can draft a personal reply for you to sign; or, if the letter is not worth your answering personally, we can draft an official answer." "What’s an official answer?" I asked. "Well, it says the Minister has received your letter and then the Department replies. Anyway, we'll draft all three variants," said Mr Moseley, "and if you just tell us which you want…" "How do I do that?" I asked. "Well, you put all your in-tray into your out-tray," he said, "and if you put it in without a mark on it then we deal with it and you need never see it again.""

"The spirit of the youth movement still inspires many of the young officers in the labour camps and fills many students with the belief that they are digging the foundation of a new German Socialism, not of the town and the machine but of the fields and the spade."

"I say to myself that I mustn't let myself be cut off in there, and yet the moment I enter my bag is taken out of my hand, I'm pushed in, shepherded, nursed and above all cut off, alone... Whitehall envelops me."

"For some US allies, the fixation on words at a time when the international order was arguably facing its greatest challenge since the second world war encapsulated the glaring absence of US leadership. And that absence was illustrated just as vividly by news coverage of planes full of medical supplies from China arriving in Italy, at a time when the US was quietly flying in half a million Italian-made diagnostic swabs for use in its own under-equipped health system and Donald Trump was on the phone to the South Korean president pressing him to send test kits."

"Get your boys ready. However this turns out, there'll be trouble—and they'll need more than tear gas and pepperballs to deal with it." "I see," Assad said, unhappy. A nod to the ASPS, and the soldiers opened more cases, taking out compact FN P90 submachine guns. "Another contingency," he told Nina and Macy. "I really hope we don't have to use them, Mr. Chase."