“We went [to Bethlehem] early in the day, and I sat by myself in the cave underneath the Church of the Nativity where Christ is supposed to have been born… Overhead are numerous silver and bronze lamps, and the stone walls are covered with silk and damask, now mostly threadbare. Seated there in the half-light,… Read More Malcolm Muggeridge in the Holy Land; and snatching fantasy from the jaws of truth