Political arguments are now over words, not things

There is a picture book, by the excellent David McKee, of which my youngest child was very fond. It’s called Two Monsters, and its protagonists are, as promised, two monsters. The blue one lives on the west side of a mountain, and the red one lives on the east side of the mountain. They communicate verbally but never see each other.

It all kicks off when one evening the blue monster calls: ‘Can you see how beautiful it is? Day is departing.’ The red monster shouts back: ‘Day departing? You mean night arriving, you twit!’ Cantankerous words are exchanged before bedtime and both sleep badly. The following morning the blue one shouts: ‘Wake up, you numbskull, night is leaving.’ Red responds: ‘Don’t be stupid, you peabrain! That is day arriving.’ The creatures – to the intense delight of young readers – spend most of the rest of the book hurling insults and boulders at one another over the mountain.