In the West on the Brink, There’s a Strange Craving for Death and Submission

A free writer will die in prison, abandoned by our prisoners of nihilism who, in the name of “peace” and “love,” wear demonic masks and scream shocking slogans

“On the brink of the abyss, a civilization reshuffles everything, organizes a recycling of values,” wrote the great Hungarian novelist Sándor Márai in The Last Gift, his American exile diaries.