I wonder if Dave Cameron had TS Eliot's metaphysical masterpiece in mind when he bemoaned the world of Twitter so succinctly - and thus shallow, divisive, popgun Labourists like Balls with their pathetic obsession with the instant online inanity provider by far more than implication.
Eructation of unhealthy soulsDoubtful.
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.from: 1st Quartet, Burnt Norton, TS Eliot, 1936