St. Stephen's City NO doubt I shall be shot one day for saying so—or possibly given the merciful sentence of twenty or thirty
years' imprisonment but the fact is that I view the conquest or liberation of Budapest with mixed feelings. POS. sibly this is because Budapest is the only city which has greeted me with the town band 1 True, I was only one of thirty, but having sailed down the Danube from Vienna we were given a
civic reception as the sun set. From then onwards we did little but feed in the most sumptuous way for ten whole days. I don't know that even the Kremlin banquets can teach the Hungarians much about hospitality. And I was shown the hand of St. Stephen and listened to a speech in our honour in the Hungarian Houses of Parliament, and goodness knows what else. So altogether I should rather like that gay and romantic sity—so much gayer than Vienna, I always think—to be allowed to lead its own life. Nobody has a bean in Budapest, but everybody laughs and sings and drinks—or they used to.
The Red Danube MUCH more worrying, however, " than the entry of the Red Army into Budapest is the reception accorded to it in the Ness Chronicle. This socalled Liberal paper prints a big cartoon called The Red Danube. depicting a colossal Red soldier astride the Danube at Budapest and waving a red flag. It is interesting to note that the quality of die cartoon in such that it might have been printed in the Nazi press as an anti-Bolshevik picture. But the most serious thing about it is that the drawing entirely belongs to the totalitarian-fascist-communist technique where naked force triumphant over history and culture is lauded. That it should be a Liberal paper which prints it can only be part of the nemesis overtaking those who have most completely repudiated the faith that was in them.
I T may not be generally known that Rupprecht of Bavaria, who has Just seen the Pope, and in doing so has started political speculation, would be the rightful King of this country but for the Act of Settlement. He is the direct descendant of the Stuarts and — in Stuart legitimist eyes — the
rightful British " Pretender." A curiosity of journalism is the number of odd letters one receives, and I have had not a few front readers who firmly believe that God's blessing will not he bestowed on this country until Rupprecht is crowned in Westminster. Ruppreeht is descended from Charles I through his daughter, Henrietta, who married the Duke of Orleans. The succession passes through three further women.
Roy Campbell ROY Campbell, the poet who got himself rather badly disliked for singing in magnificent poetry the cause of the Nationalists in Spain, is now back in this country after serving throughout the war in the ranks. Though a South African and over age, nothing could prevent this Left-suspected lighter from doing a good deal more than his bit with the British Forces. His record and his experiences will cause, I imagine, sonic headaches for his political opponents I When I met him this week he didn't seem at all interested to talk about himself. He was more' amused by an odd coincidence. Visiting Oxford, he met Fr. D'Arcy and Nancy Cunard. Just after he picked up a cheap copy of Wyndham Lewis' Blasting and BombardierMg, to find in it drawings of Fr. D'Arey, Nancy Cunard and himself.
Two Kinds of Talks
I HAVE been meaning to rocomsnend
Fr. Thorold's Speaking to God (Paternoster, 4c1.) for some weeks. Fr. Thorold gave three B.B.C. talks on Prayer this summer. and here they arc for permanent reference and study. I don't know how you feel, but I automatically divide religious addresses. especially broadcast, into jargon and the teal thing. It's so frightfully easy to say the same old thing agein and again in the sante old intonation and with precisely the same old abstract. cliche-ridden sentences. When I hear some of this stuff I wonder whether the wireless preacher or speaker isn't just giving religion the death blow for thou sands of doubters. Well, if one can think of three simple talks on prayers that are just not that Solt of thing, but precisely the opposite, one has them in this little pamphlet.
Free Enterprise I MUST .say I very much prefer • Thom ae Derrick's delightful drawings
to Mr. G. L. Schwartz's observations
in Why Planning ? It is one of the Tory Signpost booklets. It is all very breezy and sensible, but the sort of planning it attacks is at least as much of a caricature as is the " capitalism " of the Socialists. And do Tories really want to persuade us that the only criterion of what ought to be produced is what people demand ? Is it really a Tory view that if people are ready En spend far more money on the cinema than on houses or hospitals, then it is better that the cinertreg should be produced, and we must wail until the populace changes its mind before the proportions can be reversed. There seems to me to be something rather phoney about this convenient ultrademocracy professed by some Tories wherever mob stupidity or lack of taste plays into the hands of big money.