In yet another ironic twist in a story richly endowed with such warps, the Tsar's telegram crossed one despatched in the other direction.

To be sure! This will do! I shall be fain to think a summut of ee, now you can flamgudgin 'em a thisn. I did'nt a think it was innee. Why you will become a son of my own begettin. I write to tellee the good news, and that ee mightn't a kick down the milk. You have a sifflicated Sir Arthur. I could a told ee afore that you had a sifflicated Missee. But I was afeard as that you wur a too adasht. But I tellee it will do! Father's own lad! An ear-tickler! Ay, ay! That's the trade! Sugar the sauce, and it goes down glibly.

Even if trade diversion is not important in aggregate terms or in relation to trade creation between the bilateral partners, it still represents an inefficient use of global resources[…]

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