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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