Who is more to be pitied a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
All this happened more or less. The war parts anyway are pretty much true.
Men must stop being jealous of their power and generously allow freedom and...
The past always seems somehow more golden more serious than the present. We tend to forget the partisanship of yesteryear preferring to re-imagine our history as a sure and steady march toward greatness.
