I love Spain. I go back two or three times a year usually to visit friends and ride horses.
When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more.
You can imagine the kind of dinner parties I had to go to at a young age... pretty dull.

