Ashes to Ashes

For systematists, the world exists to put in order. For Harold Pinter it is for dissembling, through which the good and the humane find a way to seep out through the bureaucratic cage of ingrained reflexes. In a ruthless analysis of the totalitarian, he illuminates the pain of the individual. Throwaway lines sting, little words corrode, what is half-said crushes, what is tacit forebodes catastrophe. Pinter, the tailor's son, scissors language, allowing the action to originate from the voices and rhythms of the characters. Thus, there is no given plot. We do not ask: "What will happen next"? Rather, "What is happening"? The words are instruments of power. Words are repeated until they resemble truth. In a time of over-information, Pinter frees words from describing reality and makes them reality itself, at times poetic, more often oppressive. At the end, it is only through language that we can erase our destiny and recreate it. (Per Wästberg, presenting the Nobel Prize for Literature, December 2005)

Who's a wuss, then?

So General John Sheehan thinks that allowing gays in the army makes it soft (http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/mar/19/gay-dutch-soldiers-srebrenica).
I'd like to see him repeat that nose-to-nose with Gareth Thomas (http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/rugby_union/welsh/8421956.stm).

Result!

It's lovely when you watch a columnist getting better and better, waiting for them to hit gold, and then they do. Marina Hyde, you have scored!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/mar/06/ashcroft-mp-expenses-unelected-influence

Creaming off the profits

So Lord Ashcroft has managed to achieve what so many have campaigned for: a political party funded by the taxpayer. Nice one!