I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.
The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture and the wild bats flapped out.
Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.
There is no reason to repeat bad history.
There were various turning points, but the main one at the beginning was...
Look into the heavens and say, “It’s my turn to make history.
