I’m at the part of Toland’s Hitler where Neville is being adored by the cheering crowds and congratulatory opposition leaders while Churchill stands alone in the corner of the House Of Lords muttering, ‘what of Czechoslovakia, abandoned, alone, and descending into darkness?’
Fucking Winston Churchill saved the Fucking World. I want to go dig up that body and hug that crusty old monster.
Speaking of your latest post title (whoever would say such a pompous thing anyway?), and your intro note, I am reminded of my neighbor’s rejoinder the other day when I asked him the perfunctory “how’s it going?.”
“As my grandfather used to say, ‘any day’s a good day when I’m still lookin’ down at the ground.’”