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uproot it, and start again without it. There comes a time, eventually,
                            when his maniacal ingenuity is defeated. Then he is cornered. At that
                            point, he'll roll up his sleeves and do something new. But he will not
                            meet his issue until he is cornered -  until his back is painfully pressed
                            against  a  wall,  and  a  fist  -  but  what  losses,  that  trouble,  what
                            expenditure are incurred before things are set right - simply because
                            he won't face facts in time.
                                  I haven't an atom of sympathy for this disposition of his.  It has
                            led,  leads,  and  will  lead,  to  inuumerable  vexations,  lettingdowns,
                            misconceptions, blunders, and tragedies in international affairs.
                                  For not only does his inveterate habit of compromise produce
                            actions  that  look  like  an  ugly  chain  of  shameless  volte-face,  long
                            enough to encircle the world, but his very speech is infected by it, so
                            that he can't talk accurately. He has turned his splendid language into
                            a  series  of  stereotyped  formulae.  Translate,  if  you  please,  into  any
                            straightforward European tongue expressions like: "I am afraid not",
                            "I would rather  not",  "I shouldn't say that",  or the  unsupportable  "I
                            don't mind". All translations would register pure dubiousness. Read
                            abroad, they result, especially in diplomatic relations, in a new crop
                            of  argumentations,  wranglings,  disappointed  hopes,  heart-burnings.
                            But the Englishman himself is immensely surprised that the foreigner
                            should not have immediately grasped that he just meant yes and no.
                            And when  he  isn't understanding,  he's  overstanding. My gorge still
                            rises when I hear someone tell me over the telephone that he is dying
                            to see me.
                                  On the Continent, political leaders in opposite camps fight with
                            open  weapons;  they  are  stung,  assaulted  and  battered  by  their
                            adversaries wherever they meet, in the street, in social assemblies just
                            as much as in the press and the Parliament. Their political enemies
                            are also their social enemies.  This attitude may seem brutal  on the
                            surface, but it is indispensable if we aim at consistency. In sheer and
                            stark antagonism there is no undermining factor - no invisible foe to
                            weaken the blood of resistance; no germ warfare to complicate issues.
                            In England, hostile political leaders meet in each other's homes; they
                            are  welcomed  and  fed  one  by  the  other,  and  the  socially  more
                            experienced  of  the  two  drugs  the  less-experienced  one's  wine.  No
                            amount of initial sincerity, wisdom or determination can protect the
                            mind  successfully  against  the  continual  flattery,  the  warm,  kindly,
                            polite,  drop-drop-drop-drop  of  pleasant  and  hospitable  social


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