More house arrest for the Wikileaker

I confess to being meanly pleased that Julian Assange, the Wikileader and accused sex offender, now finds himself locked up in the Ecuadorian embassy in London. This will not, I suspect, be as comfortable a haven as the manor house where he lived during his first months battling Sweden's effort to extradite him from Britain. Then Ecuador's thuggish quasi-dictator wonderfully clarified the situation by offering Mr Assange political asylum.

Asylum!

From his oppressors in London and Stockholm!

In Ecuador! (And not even in Quito, which at least has the advantage of an interesting climate for tourists, if not for journalists) but in a bit of Ecuadorian territory in London. The embassy consists of a ten-room apartment with no bedrooms and (until one was installed for Mr Assange's benefit) no shower, though it does have a kitchenette. "It's not exactly the Hilton," says one of Mr Assange's supporters.