July 14, 2001
David Irving comments:
I HAVE no idea who -- or what -- The Times diarist Mr Coren is, or what I have done to upset him. His suppressed bile has shrivelled his vocabulary to an almost incoherent, monosyllabic stammer. Readers who are near newspaper libraries might like to compare the quality of his prose with that of The Times a hundred years ago.
But never fear! Such newsprint as his literary effort graced just a few days ago is already in turn, if is lucky, now wrapping evil-smelling, greasy bundles of fish-and-chips; or it has been recycled -- the paper going one way, to be melted down and pulped, the tired printing ink going another, being separated from the pulp by chemicals and flushed down into the gutter, where the pea-brained, poo-obsessed journalists like Mr Coren live and can replenish their pens afresh.
As for selective quotations: I turned to one of the most perverse critics of my works, and quoted one of the best passages from him. The journalists like Mr Coren quoted only the most vile. (The entire text of the 330 page judgment has been on my website for over a year). Who is being the more selective. . ?