Churchill writes of Great Britain in 1933. And I can’t help but see how the same words correspond to our own time all too well:
This was one of those awful periods which recur in our history, when the noble British nation seems to fall from its high estate, loses all trace of sense or purpose and appears to cower from the menace of foreign peril, frothing pious platitudes while foemen forge their arms.
In this dark time, the basest sentiments received acceptance or passed unchallenged by the responsible leaders of the political parties.
The disease that Churchill diagnosed in his beloved country seems to have been contagious because all of Western civilization, I think, can be described similarly.