From The Spectator, 21 November 1914: Both at home and abroad this war has already caused us to wonder whether we wake or dream, so different in many respects are the events from the anticipations. To begin with, there is a matter in which the Spectator has a particular reason for being sensible of the
From The Spectator, 21 November 1914: No English writer knows more of German ways than Mr. Dawson, and his large book upon public administration in towns is a mass of information. It is his misfortune to have produced it at a moment when Englishmen are not likely to be eagerly receptive of the German methods
From The Spectator, 21 November 1914: The papers of Tuesday and Wednesday contained two exceptionally interesting despatches from an eyewitness at Sir John French’s headquarters. These descriptive narratives have improved remarkably in value since the beginning of the war—a fact which does not seem to be in the least appreciated by some newspapers. The despatch
‘Is this one of those Christmas ad spectaculars?’
‘Samaritan here — yeah, thanks, I’m good.’
‘Are we there yet?’
‘We must have got the date wrong. This isn’t the teddy bears’ picnic.’
‘We’ll have the tear’n’share gazelle.’
‘He’s just not developing.’
‘That’s the trouble with these muscle cars… cost a fortune to run.’
‘I’m sorry to hear about your domestic problems, Hartley, but I can’t allow you to take it home.’
‘Teddy’s lactose-intolerant. Do you have any imaginary soya milk?’
‘Sorry, do you mind if we change the subject? I’m uncomfortable not talking about immigration.’
‘That’s Mummy and Daddy and Daddy’s bit on the side.’
‘Dear God, is there ever any good news?’
‘Of course, the Victorians would have covered up the legs.’
