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Nearly Everything Possible Had Been Done To Spoil The Game: The Heavy Financial Interest; The Absurd Transfer And Player-selling System; The Lack Of Any Birth Or Residential Qualifications; The Absurd Publicity Given To Every Feature Of It By The Press; The Monstrous Partisanships Of The Crowds.

Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

There Is Romance, The Genuine Glinting Stuff, In Typewriters, And Not Merely In Their Development From Clumsy Giants Into Agile Dwarfs, But In The History Of Their Manufacture, Which Is Filled With Raids, Battles, Lonely Pioneers, Great Gambles, Hope, Fear, Despair, Triumph. If Some Of Our Novels Could Be Written By The Typewriters Instead Of On Them, How Much Better They Would Be.

I Never Read The Life Of Any Important Person Without Discovering That He Knew More And Could Do More Than I Could Ever Hope To Know Or Do In Half A Dozen Lifetimes.

In Plain Words: Now That Britain Has Told The World That She Has The H-bomb She Should Announce As Early As Possible That She Has Done With It, That She Proposes To Reject In All Circumstances Nuclear Warfare.