When they built the Hotel le Dôme around 1904 they must have thought wow, this is a massive building. Look wife! Look children! Look how high it is! Now it is dwarfed by the Sheratons, and the Thons, and the Crowne Plazas all around it. 230 already. Maybe time to go. So let me salute Belgium on its National Day—a country I love, and Brussels a city I love. Let us hope the perverse clouds of pathetic “Islamist” murders will be behind it soon. Losers always lose in the end. There are many more of us than there are of them. Those may well be famous last words. So be it. Let it be: I love my wife! I love ——! I love my mum!