Led by one of the war's greatest leaders, Winston Churchill, and buoyed by the hope for American aid, the British stoutheartedly lived through their finest hour.

A well-fed man is not driven to drink by the craving that torments the hungry; and the comfortable do not crave for the boon of forgetfulness. Gin is the only Lethe of the miserable.

Incidentally, if the aforesaid chairman has not been exercising his authority in this particular department of the domestic economy and is conscious of a delicate reluctance in the matter, he might test out his diplomacy in tactfully impressing the thought upon the mind of his vice chairmaness, or chairlady, or whatever the technical title of his majority fraction may be.

Give Thune credit for candor, or at least for a Kinsley gaffe: Intentionally or not, he made clear that the game was getting the best available walk-back and moving on.