I tend to pass on things I agree with, unless I see them being attacked, or unless I feel I have something to add to them. I suspect there are a lot of people like that.

I think this week I've been closer to understanding what it was like to be around in August 1914 and September 1939 than I ever have before.

All around, alongside and underlying the shock and horror, there's a kind of euphoria which is very frightening, and yet you can understand the pull of it. Someone wrote a letter to the Guardian today saying sardonically "Of course it will all be over by Christmas."