ism....Rubbertruns....trationcamps....IniquitouspersecutionoftheJews....BacktotheDarkAges....Europeancivilization....Actbeforeitistoolate....Indignationofalldetpeoples....Alliahedemocratiations....Firmstand....Defenocracy....Democracy....Fascism....Democracy....Fascism....Democracy....’

    Youknowthelialk.Thesechapsitoutbythehour.Justlikeagramophournthehandle,pressthebutton,anditstarts.Democracy,Fascism,Democracy.Butsomehowitiedmetowatchhim.Arathermeanlittleman,withawhitefadabaldhead,standingonaplatform,shootingoutslogans.What’shedoing?Quitedeliberately,andquiteopenly,he’sstirringuphatred.DoinghisdamomakeyouhatecertainfnerscalledFascists.It’saqueerthing,Ithought,tobeknownas‘MrSo-and-so,thewell-knownanti-Fascist’.Aqueertrade,anti-Fascism.Thisfellow,Isuppose,makeshislivingbywritingbooksagainstHitler.ButwhatdidhedobeforeHitlercamealong?Andwhat’llhedoifHitlereverdisappears?Samequestionappliestodoctors,detectives,rat-catchers,andsoforth,ofcourse.Butthegratingvoitonandon,andahoughtstruckme.HeMEANSit.Notfakingatall—feelseverywordhe’ssayiryingtoworkuphatredintheaudiethat’snothingtothehatredhefeelshimself.Everyslogan’sgospeltruthtohim.Ifyoucuthimopenallyou’dfindinsidewouldbeDemocracy-Fascism-Democraterestingtoknolikethatinprivatelife.Butdoeshehaveaprivatelife?Ordoesheonlygoroundfromplatformtoplatform,wuphatred?Perhapsevenhisdreamsareslogans.

    AswellasIcouldfromthebackrowIhadalookattheaudience.Isuppose,ifyouetothinkofit,wepeoplewho’llturnoutonwinternightstositindraughtyhallsl