Diary
Michael Ignatieff: Canadian Elections, 1 November 1984
“... a wounded warrior’s greatcoat and his fierce yellow eyes in the corner of the shed seemed to burn a hole in the dark. When we went out for a walk before bed, the temperature was 35 degrees below zero. The sky was clear and blue in the moon’s glacial stare. We slipped and slithered along the highway, afraid of what the cold can do to flesh, afraid of ... ”