Jeremy Paxman pretended not to understand Maurice's references to Miles Davis, Picasso and Aristotle. Goodman genuinely didn't understand them, recalling Tony Blair who did not know that they spoke Portuguese in Brazil, who took only pop music onto Desert Island Discs, and all the rest of his offences against truth, goodness and beauty.
Goodman not only defined any regret for the loss of secure working-class male employment as misogyny, and any sort of patriotism as "jingoistic", but assumed that everyone else did, too. She took the same view of the right of people like herself to import cut-price nannies, waiters and taxi drivers from the ends of the earth in order to pay them below minimum wage secure in the knowledge that they spoke too little English to understand that they were being robbed.
She was deaf to Maurice's critique of nationalisation, which defended and advocated public ownership while calling for it to be combined with German-style workers' representation and technical education, both of which were tragically missing from the post-War settlement. I don't think that she knew what the words meant.
On one side, a man with whom I do not necessarily agree about everything, but who is one of the most interesting and insightful political thinkers to emerge in this country in many a long year. On the other side, one of those smirking New Labour women who now infest all three parties, somewhere between one twentieth and one fiftieth as clever as they think they are, and so unused to being challenged that they experience breathing difficulties if it ever happens.
Thank goodness that the right one has a parliamentary seat for life, and the ear of the next Prime Minister.