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your publishing Home Page First They no longer wear the jackboots and armbands, but the heels still click compliance, and they still jail people on orders from above. [ Previous Radical’s Diary ] Eton, UK. THE cold sunshine is sweeping the meadow behind this house. It has been raining solidly since I came back from Florida.
I only really resumed the writing of Himmler when I settled into Key West last month at the end of the second US tour. I wonder if J. is happy in Australia, and whether it will stay that way. The baby will provide her with a solid axis for her next few years. My fan base has grown through my activism, and my closing timetable of life appears to be on track, provided God has no earlier plans for me. I should get the last three books ( Himmler , Churchill vol.
III and memoirs) off the stocks and down the slips into the public stream before the stoplight turns to red. I do not forget brother John’s warning words a few years back: “You thought you could do it but when the time comes you’ll find that you can’t” — meaning that energy and brain batteries have drained too far. I shall not lose sight of the goal, provided that I don’t fall short of it. I might even get down to Australia this year; I shall start wheels moving in a few days. . .
I shall carry Jessica