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.