Just wrapping up Arthur Koestler's Darkness at Noon for the first time.
A fast read, but ominous; seriously heavy reading for such a slim tome. Definitely not the feel-good family hit of the summer.
To the committed revolutionary, the individual is nothing and the movement is everything. There is literally an infinite supply of bodies to be thrown under the wheels of the bus to grease its inevitable progress through history.
The title of Billy Beck's blog will now give me chills every time I click on it.