I Am Not A Bit Afraid Of

Apt Analogies Are Among The Most Formidable Weapons Of The Rhetorician.

My Mother Always Seemed To Me Like A Fairy Princess: A Radiant Being Possessed Of Limitless Riches And Power. She Shone For Me Like The Evening Star. I Loved Her Dearly.

We Are Stripped Bare By The Curse Of Plenty.

Nowadays We Are Assailed By A Chorus Of Horrid Threats. The Nazi Government Exudes Through Every Neutral State Inside Information Of The Frightful Vengeance They Are Going To Wreak Upon Us, And They Also Bawl It Around The World By Their Leather-lunged Propaganda Machine. If Words Could Kill, We Should Be Dead Already.

Let Us Therefore Brace Ourselves To Our Duties, And So Bear Ourselves That, If The British Empire And Its Commonwealth Last For A Thousand Years, Men Will Still Say, 'this Was Their Finest Hour.'