When I started hacking you were just one layer above the bare metal. You were typing into this wonderful emptiness, waiting to be populated with minds. A few of us were interested in projecting our thoughts into the computer to make it do something new. We began writing codes and we began cracking them, too…. It was certainly addictive. You'd dive down into a computer system – typically, for me at the time, the Pentagon's 8th Command Group computers. You'd take it over, projecting your mind all the way from your untidy bedroom to the entire system along the halls, and all the while you're learning to understand [...]

“It will be difficult to keep anger out of this account, owing to the sheer level of malice and opportunism that have driven the case against me, but I want to make this argument as much as possible in a spirit of understanding.” —Huge drama queen Julian Assange dramatically loses fight to suppress dramatic memoir, which arrives tomorrow. He apparently writes like a really gay Charles Dickens. ("I wasn’t a reliable boyfriend, or even a very courteous sleeping partner, and this began to figure.") Sounds sort of like a half-assed Trollope, right?