All This Contains Much That Is Obviously

Hope Has Returned To The Hearts Of Scores Of Millions Of Men And Women, And With That Hope There Burns The Flame Of Anger Against The Brutal, Corrupt Invader ... In A Dozen Famous Ancient States Now Prostrate Under The Nazi Yoke, The Masses Of The People ... Await The Hour Of Liberation ... That Hour Will Strike, And Its Solemn Peal Will Proclaim That The Night Is Past And That The Dawn Has Come.

One Evening At Chequers The Film Was Oliver Twist. Rufus, As Usual, Had The Best Seat In The House, On His Master's Lap. At The Point When Bill Sikes Was About To Drown His Dog To Put The Police Off His Track, Churchill Covered Rufus's Eyes With His Hand. He Said, "don't Look Now, Dear. I'll Tell You About It Afterwards."

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days.

Headmasters Have Powers At Their Disposal With Which Prime Ministers Have Never Yet Been Invested.

Victory Will Never Be Found By Taking The Path Of Least Resistance.