But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart's desire and must for ever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?
You don't that often see writers being sought out when there are matters of great moment to discuss. And I think that's a loss.
It may be argued that the past is a country from which we have all emigrated, that its loss is part of our common humanity.