Today Mark Pilgrim posted a long excerpt from The Real Thing, a twenty-year-old Tom Stoppard play. One passage in particular struck me.
I can’t help somebody who thinks, or thinks he thinks, that editing a newspaper is censorship, or that throwing bricks is a demonstration while building tower blocks is social violence, or that unpalatable statement is provocation while disrupting the speaker is the exercise of free speech… Words don’t deserve that kind of malarkey.