


Two days before Christmas the committee publishes its eight hundred pages and dissolves, and he reads the names of his enemies into the lamplight one by one. Christmas Eve he raises a glass at the head of an empty banquet table and issues season's greetings to every enemy on the list — merry Christmas to everyone, including the Radical Left Marxists trying to destroy the country. Christmas morning he stands at the balustrade over a grey sea and counts what was, two years ago.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 393. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…