Enemies

My enemy hasn't written lately, I tell W. W.'s surprised. He thought I'd have made even more enemies, now I'm splashing my name about on the net.

He sometimes wonders whether his enemy, who sits in the House of Lords, has forgotten him. Hasn't she got other things to think about? But no doubt, she's planning his demise even now. Can't she see he's gone as low as you can go? Can't she see he's been punished enough?