on May 10, 1940. He was sixty five years old, by the way. Someone just reminded me of this massive fact. It is worth remembering. A single man in possession of the truth, backed by his courage, was ready to try to save what was left of the good world. It was already a mess, and was getting even more nasty by the hour, but Winston slept well that night. Patrick Garrity
wrote a good piece for his birthday some ten years ago.