From ‘The Impulse of the Phalanx’, The Spectator, 10 July 1915: A mass of men, large enough to be beyond the control of any immediate words of command, is a difficult thing to stop when once it has been set in motion. It acquires a momentum of its own. The wills of individuals become submerged in
From ‘News of the Week‘, The Spectator, 10 July 1915: IN the western theatre of the war there has been a great deal of talk about renewed German activity on a huge scale, of imperative orders by the Kaiser to take Calais without delay, of vast movements of troops, and of huge guns intended when
From ‘The Open-Air Hospital at Cambridge’, The Spectator, 3 July 1915: We are all familiar with the open-air treatment of various diseases, and particularly of tuberculosis, but no such startling lesson on the value of open air for wounds, and one may say for practically all diseases, has been given to us before. Even diseases
From ‘News of the Week’, The Spectator, 3 July 1915: During the week the Russians have been falling back in Poland and Galicia, and the Germans have been thrusting forward. The papers speak, indeed, of two million Germans invading Russia under Marshal von Mackensen. The Russian retreat, however, whether to the east or to the
From ‘John Hus’, The Spectator, 3 July 1915: Here and there we have indications that this titanic struggle has not led the Czechs to renounce their hatred of all that is German. The misfortune of Bohemia has ever been her geographical position. As an outpost of the Slav races only the mountain ranges with which
‘I’m not sure that shade is right for you — let’s try something a bit more subtle.’
‘We’ve brought euros, drachmas, and a casefull of brightly coloured beads.’
‘It’s a nightmare living in a place while you do it up.’
‘I hear there’s £12 billion knocking around somewhere.’
‘It’s a bit old-fashioned, but this is Network Rail.’
‘And he went down on bended knee-protector — and proposed.’
‘Actually, I’m not “another bloody migrant”, I was born here.’
‘I don’t know how he is, we haven’t talked since the wraparound telly arrived.’
‘Relationship issues… family issues… sexual issues… financial issues… alcohol issues… personality issues… There! Now you know everyone.’
How to fix Detroit Sir: When I last flew over my native Detroit five years ago, vast tracts of it still resembled Machu Picchu. From the ground, it was little better; in what had been a prosperous Italian-American neighbourhood when I lived there in 1964, there were only five houses left standing. Stephen Bayley (Arts,
