A Guest Of One's Time

The Very Concept Of History Implies The Scholar And The Reader. Without A Generation Of Civilized People To Study History, To Preserve Its Records, To Absorb Its Lessons And Relate Them To Its Own Problems, History, Too, Would Lose Its Meaning.

We Should Cease To Talk About Vague And Unreal Objectives Such As Human Rights, The Raising Of The Living Standards, And Democratization. The Day Is Not Far Off When We Are Going To Have To Deal In Straight Power Concepts. The Less We Are Then Hampered By Idealistic Slogans, The Better.

It Is Obviously Easier, For The Short Run, To Draw Cheap Labor From Adjacent Pools Of Poverty...than To Find It Among One's Own People. And To The Millions Of Such Prospective Immigrants From Poverty To Prosperity, There Is, Rightly Or Wrongly, No Place That Looks More Attractive Than The United States. Given Its Head, And Subject To No Restrictions, This Pressure Will Find Its Termination Only When The Levels Of Overpopulation And Poverty In The United States Are Equal To Those Of The Countries From Which These People Are Now So Anxious To Escape.

Russia, Russia - Unwashed, Backward, Appealing Russia, So Ashamed Of Your Own Backwardness, So Orientally Determined To Conceal It From Us By Clever Deceit. So Sensitive And So Suspicious In The Face Of The Wicked, Civilized West. I Shall Always Remember You Slyly, Touchingly, But With Great Shouting And Confusion - Pumping Hot Water Into Our Sleeping Car In The Frosty Darkness Of A December Morning In Order That We Might Not Know, In Order That We Might Never Realize, To How Primitive A Land We Had Come.

Instruments Of Coercion, Once Created, Have A Tendency To Find Their Own Natural Masters.