Part Three. Never Give In
Chapter Thirteen. Fighting Back
September 1, 1953
It was half-past seven in the evening when I arrived at Chequers and found him in bed correcting proofs.
‘I was frightfully well this morning,’ he began, ‘quite like old times. Now I feel flat. I have had to make a lot of small corrections in the book. I had left out any mention of Bernie Baruch, and I had to correct this and then fit in what I had written to the text.<...>’
September 11, 1953
‘I’ve had some very vivid dreams, the detail is quite extraordinary. And it’s all reasonable. I dreamed last night that we were on a train in Russia with all the Russian Bolsheviks, Molotov, Malenkov, Zhukov, Voroshilov; the relationship between us was so vivid and so correct. There was a counter-revolution. We had some special bombs, none of them larger than a matchbox, with a very local effect. With them we destroyed the Russians, all of them. There was no one left. The counter-revolution was entirely successful. The dream went on for a long time. Can these dreams do any harm, Charles?’