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It Is Not Enough That We Do Our Best; Sometimes We Must Do What Is Required.

I Was Shown A Picture By Cézanne Of A Blank Wall Of A House, Which He Had Made Instinct With The Most Delicate Lights And Colours.

I Wonder Whether Any Other Generation Has Seen Such Astounding Revolutions Of Data And Values As Those Through Which We Have Lived. Scarcely Anything Material Or Established Which I Was Brought Up To Believe Was Permanent And Vital, Has Lasted. Everything I Was Sure Or Taught To Be Sure Was Impossible, Has Happened.

The Lights Of Saxon England Were Going Out, And In The Gathering Darkness A Gentle, Grey-beard Prophet Foretold The End. When On His Death-bed Edward Spoke Of A Time Of Evil That Was Coming Upon The Land His Inspired Mutterings Struck Terror Into The Hearers.

Give Me The Facts, And I Will Twist Them The Way I Want, To Suit My Argument.