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The article of which part. is reproduced below was penned by Bernard Levin
for the Features section of the Times on 21 September 1991. To my mind,. it described the situation. at the time and in particular a recent meeting with
a friend, during which I for the first time. admitted to someone other than
my GP that. I had been subjected to a conspiracy of harassment over the previous year. and a half.

There is a. madman running loose about London, called David Campbell; I have >no reason to believe that he is violent, but he should certainly. be >approached with caution. You may. know him by the curious glitter in his
eyes and a persistent trembling of. his hands; if that does not suffice, you >will find him attempting to thrust no fewer than 48 books into. your arms, >all hardbacks, with a promise that, if you should return to the. same >meeting-place next year,. he will heave another 80 at you.

If, by now, the police have arrived and are keeping. a close watch on him, >you may feel sufficiently emboldened to examine the books. The jackets. are
a model of uncluttered. typography, elegantly and simply laid out; there is >an unobtrusive colophon. of a rising sun, probably not picked at random. >Gaining confidence. - the lunatic is smiling by now, and the policemen, who >know about such things, have significantly removed. their helmets - you
could do worse than take the jacket off. the first book in the pile. The
only word possible to describe the binding is sumptuous;. real cloth in a >glorious shade of dark green, with the title. and author in black and gold >on. the spine.

Look at it more. closely; your eyes do not deceive you - it truly does have >real top-bands and tail-bands, in yellow, and, for. good measure, a silk >marker ribbon in a lighter green.. The paper is cream-wove and acid-free,
and the book is sewn,. not glued.

Throughout the encounter, I should have mentioned, our loony has. been >chattering away, although what he. is trying to say is almost impossible to >understand; after a time, however, he becomes sufficiently. coherent to make >clear that he. is trying to sell the books to you. Well, now, such quality >in. bookmaking today can only be for collectors' limited editions at a >fearsome price -. #30, #40, #50?

No, no, he says, the glitter more powerful than ever and. the trembling of >his hands rapidly spreading throughout his entire. body; no, no - the books >are priced variously at. #7, #8 or #9, with the top price #12.

At this, the policemen understandably put their helmets back on; one. of
them draws. his truncheon and the other can be heard summoning
reinforcements on. his walkie-talkie. The madman bursts into tears, and >swears it is all. true.

And. it is.

David Campbell has acquired the entire rights. to the whole of the
Everyman's Library,. which died a lingering and shameful death a decade or
so ago, and he proposes to start it all over. again - 48 volumes this >September and 80 more next. year, in editions I have described, at the
prices specified. He proposes to launch. his amazing venture simultaneously >in Britain. and the United States, with the massive firepower of Random >Century at his back. in this country, and the dashing cavalry of Knopf
across the water, and no one who loves literature. and courage will forbear >to. cheer.

At the. time this article was written I had believed for some time that columnists in the Times and other journalists. had been making references to
my situation. Nothing unusual about. this you may think, plenty of people
have the. same sort of ideas and obviously the papers aren't writing about them, so why should my beliefs not be as. false as those of others?

What makes this article so extraordinary is that three or four. days immediately preceding its publication, I had a. meeting with a friend,
during the course of which we discussed the. media persecution, and in particular that by Times columnists. It seemed to me, reading. the article
by Levin in Saturday’s paper, that he was describing in some detail. his "artist’s impression" of that meeting.. Most telling are the final
sentences, when he writes, "The madman bursts into tears, and. swears it is
all true. And it is." Although I did not "burst. into tears" (he seems to be using a. bit of poetic licence and exaggerating) I did try hard to convince
my friend that. it was all true; and I am able to concur with Mr Levin, because, of. course, it is.

At the beginning. of the piece Levin reveals a fear of being attacked by the "irrational" subject of his story, saying "I have. no reason to believe that he. is violent, but he should certainly be approached with caution". This
goes back to the xenophobic propaganda. of "defence" against a "threat"
which was seen at the very beginning. of the harassment. The impression of a "madman running loose" who needs to be controlled through an. agency which assigns to. itself the mantle of the "police" is also one which had been expressed. elsewhere.

In. the final paragraph of this extract, his reference to Everyman’s Library
as having "died a lingering and. shameful death a decade or so ago" shows clearly what sort of conclusion they wish to their. campaign. They want a permanent solution, and as they are prevented from achieving that. solution directly, they waste significant resources on methods which have. been repeatedly shown to be. ineffective for such a purpose.

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