And he made most of it up. Much more convincingly than James Frey. Derb notices the quintessential mark of Tory reactionaryism:

"He had no answers, no hope.

Instead, he offered escape to Simpleham, Peter Simple's country house with its library, attentive butler, rolling acres and respectful villagers. This was a paradise from which pre-1914 innocence had never been banished."

The present is so much more complicated.

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