Category Archives: Hell

Disgusted of Bridgnorth

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The problem with freedom in Britain, writes Dalrymple, is that

once people exercise it, execrable taste becomes predominant and civilisation suffers.

Strolling outside the National Gallery, Dalrymple has to

run the gauntlet of the English at play. Not a single one dressed with self-respect. They chewed the gum with which the paving stones were mottled. Several had set up loudspeakers, down which they relayed their attempt at rock music. They obviously dreamed of celebrity, that ambition of the talentless. Most looked unwashed, raddled by drugs and malnutrition. What a cacophony, a descent into a circle of Hell!

Must, he asks,

freedom and equality mean that everywhere is reduced to the aesthetic level of Streatham? Is it fascist not to want to be aesthetically and auditorily disgusted everywhere?

The Dalrympian Hell

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A hospital committee meeting in which the Director of Quality Assurance talks forever of his vision for improvement of patient services

Torturous compulsory rock music

Dalrymple writes:

If someone were to tell me that, for the rest of my life, I could listen only to rock music, I should pray for a swift death.