as Cicero once said of Cato, ‘he talks as if he were in the Republic of Plato, when in fact he is in the crap of Romulus’.

“I’m going to have to settle for being treated this way. I deserve it.”

When in moments of difficult truth-seeking he saw this incongruity, he felt sick that he should be saddled with himself, as though he were his own unwanted guest.

used the very words of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra to express my dismay: ‘ “Did not I tell your worship, to mind what you were about for they were only windmills? And no one could have made any mistake about it but one who had something of the same kind in his head.” ’

It's a pretty thankless job, wouldn't you say?