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It is no accident that the Labour Party of 1964 should share this craving for autarchy, for economic self-sufficiency, with the pre-war Fascist regimes and the present-day Communist states. They are all at heart totalitarian.
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Mother, with longing ever newAnd joy too great for telling,I turn again to rest in youMy earliest dwelling.
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Of course I am very proud of being a Tory. Yes, in my head and in my heart I regard myself as a Tory. As I have said, I was born that way; I believe it is congenital. I am unable to change it. That is how I see the world... The EEC is the most un-Tory thing that can be conceived.
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Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependents, who are for the most part the material of the future growth of the immigrant-descended population. It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.
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Some of us personally witnessed what was done on the continent under that sign and it is a symbol we shall never forget.
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In the end, the Labour party could cease to represent labour. Stranger historic ironies have happened than that.
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Too often today people are ready to tell us: 'This is not possible, that is not possible.' I say: whatever the true interest of our country calls for is always possible.
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It is advertising that enthrones the customer as king. This infuriates the socialist...it is the crossing of the boundary between West Berlin and East Berlin. It is Checkpoint Charlie, or rather Checkpoint Douglas, the transition from the world of choice and freedom to the world of drab, standard uniformity.
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Does the right hon. Lady understand-if she does not yet understand she soon will-that the penalty for treachery is to fall into public contempt?
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But while, to the immigrant, entry to this country was admission to privileges and opportunities eagerly sought, the impact upon the existing population was very different. For reasons which they could not comprehend, and in pursuance of a decision by default, on which they were never consulted, they found themselves made strangers in their own country.
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I hope those who shouted 'Fascist' and 'Nazi' are aware that before they were born I was fighting against Fascism and Nazism.
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I hate the ugly, hate the old,I hate the lame and weak,But more than all I hate the deadThat lie so still in their earthen bedAnd never dare to rise.
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I was born a Tory, am a Tory and shall die a Tory. It is part of me... it is something I cannot alter.
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While yesteryear I tarriedIn a garden in the south,I met a youth who carriedA rose-bud in his mouth.I gave him chase and caught him,And would not set him free,But held him and besought himTo give the flower to me.He smiled, and broke a petalAnd laid it in my hand-It seared like molten metal,And here is yet the brand.
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When I repress my emotion my stomach keeps score.
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If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.
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'She is becoming afraid to go out. Windows are broken. She finds excreta pushed through her letterbox. When she goes to the shops, she is followed by children, charming, wide-grinning piccaninnies. They cannot speak English, but one word they know. 'Racialist,' they chant.'
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All political lives, unless they are cut off in midstream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs.
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It so happens that I never talk about race. I do not know what race is.
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The analytical faculty is underdeveloped in women.
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As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see 'the River Tiber foaming with much blood.'
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'In this country in fifteen or twenty years' time the black man will have the whip hand over the white man.' I can already hear the chorus of execration. How dare I say such a horrible thing? How dare I stir up trouble and inflame feelings by repeating such a conversation? The answer is that I do not have the right not to do so.
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A pity she did not understand them!
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Oh, sweet it is, where grass is deepAnd swifts are overhead,To lie and watch the clouds, and weepFor friends already dead.
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