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LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

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Daily Express wasn’t all out to uphold. That is the crux of the Felicity<br />

Taverner novel. In England an heritage going back at least to the days of<br />

Holbein but NOT limited to that period, and inimical to that tradition, to<br />

the fine elegance of the older houses, to clarity of English air on the<br />

western seacoast. There is (in the novel and in reality), as I think you<br />

may wake [up] too late to perceive, there is another force working.<br />

Something not very open, something that you decline to take very<br />

seriously.<br />

For 25 years to my knowledge there has been a difference of view, I<br />

mean among the serious minority, of the intelligentsia, as to how far the<br />

attack is conscious, how far it is part of a plan, premeditated. How far<br />

the evil is brought in by carriers. Unconscious agents, that bring an<br />

Anschauung, an attitude toward life, poisonous as the germs of bubonic<br />

plague, carried by animals who don’t know they have got it.<br />

Maiski of course KNOWS he has it. Litvinov has made no bones about<br />

having it. But it is not merely political, it is molecular or atomic. It<br />

destroys all scale and all sense of proportionate values. It calls to the<br />

basic laziness of the mind, the basic softness of human organism. It<br />

profanes. It soils, it is greasy and acid. It revolts all men who have any<br />

desire toward cleanliness. But it entangles the clean, it entangles them<br />

because of their inconsequentiality, their inability to see the connection<br />

between one thing and another. Facilis descensus.<br />

The young are unheeding. Nothing is more tiresome than the moralist.<br />

Nothing more difficult for a profane author than to draw the line<br />

somewhere, or to persuade his reader that certain sloppiness of outlook<br />

can possibly have any consequence.<br />

I make a tardy acknowledgement to Mary Butts, author of the Death of<br />

Felicity Taverner. I did not advertise the book during her lifetime. It may<br />

have arrived while I was busy, and I was not a reviewer; not specifically.<br />

I was concerned with very rare books that conformed to a certain canon.

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