I'M afraid I can't as a columnist I begin with the usual " When I met
General Sikorski . ." but the tragic accident does deprive me of the honour of meeting Poland's historic leader, for 1 had been promised a visit to his country borne on his. return. With the exception perhaps of France, the Poweit: which played great roles in the war have produced the men equal to the hour. Among them Sikorski will live. From the beginning that granitelike face of his has symbolised the heroic resistance of his people to all who would threaten her integrity. At one time he was criticised by some of his countrymen for his readiness to meet Stalin wherever there could be made common ground. Such caiticism long ago was ended, for Sikorski, man above politics, knew no cornpromise where the honour of his country was concerned. And his memory may prove not less powerful than his living presence, for no Ally could ever envisage being untrue to one of the great heroes and moulders of common victory.
Farm Sunday DESCROUS, no doubt, of imitating from however great a distance the example of the Duke of Norfolk, who rides a bicycle from Whitehall, I spent most of " Farm Sunday " on the top of a haystack laboriously moving the hay as it fell from what, I believe, is called the elevator to the expert hands of the tamer shaping the stack. This sort of occupation has given farming its romantic appeal and caused many to vow to devote themselves for the
rest of their lives to the land. How ,silly, one thinks, to sit at a desk indoors all the week and see life at second-hand by way of papers, books and typewriters I Still, I think I know enough about the fartirer'e life to realise the advantages of what an uncle of mine used to call with glee " nice rainy stay-at-homey days " for the mere clerk. How often do we judge of the life of others by seeing them only in the happy hours which, as nearly every sundial' reminds you, arc alone recorded.
Jesuits and Germany IIAM rather mystified and troubled by A review of Vansittart's Lessons of my Life, in the current Jesuit Month. The review indicate* that Varisittart demands " the defeat, demilitarisation, occupation and re-education of Germany." The reviewel, presumably a member of the Society, holds that Vansittart " on the whole, justifies his case." All my love and admiration for the Society do not make it possible for me to understand how that great international religious body can thus coolly sponsor a thesis for which thele may be a certain amount to be said on. the level of secularist, nationalist politics (though all modern history is a witness to the failure of such methods), but for which on the Christian level there is surely nothing to be said. The only re-education of Germany, for example, that could ,mean anything to a thoughtful Cathotic is surely re-education in the school of Christ rather than in the school of Churchill. Roosevelt and Stalin. Yet by not so much as a hint does this re, view indicate the fact. The mere layman is tempted to ask whether the Jesuits of this country. for example, propose to apply the Vansittart outlook to their fellow-Jesuits in Germany— and if not to them, where exactly the process is to begin ! I hope my tery many friends in the Society will not resent this paragraph I can only say that this attitude really troubles ire very deeply, and I wish someone would explain, (Among other things, it seems to be clean contrary to the spirit of both Benedict XV and the present Pope, both of whom have witnessed to the over-severity of Versailles and the fatal consequences of such power politics.) Authority on Misprints ?
AFELLOW journalist comments:.
" Yes, misprints are getting more interesting now that we have to give the printer more scope to display his genius for novelty. Your Pepler article had another good one—Service State for Servile State. The C.T. had the best misprint last week, with Benito Driscoll for Benet O'Driscoll (in the Fr. McNabb funeral report).
" When I was in Chicago the Tribune there, self-styled World's Greatest Newspaper. had a daily ' Beg Your Pardon ' column, which took all the previous day's errors in its stride without any bother and fuss."
. WHAT is the use of belong ing to a democracy if one can't eat fish and chips? 1 often eat and enjoy them. They are quite worth queuing for . I can hardly believe that Grace Conway can ever really have been lunge or she wouldn't be so sniffy about good food. . .1 can assure you that I have rarely enjoyed anything so muchas going for a walk after supper eating fish and chips with one's fingers out of a piece of news paper. It may be vulgar, but it is democratia, and so am I." From a correspondent. The answer is " Hear, hear I" Literary Reviews EVERY so often I receive a copy of 'Ls' the rather mysterious review The Wind and the Rain (which I associate, possibly wrongly, with Ampleforth). This time I have been. reading it with the June Horizon and thinking of the absurd lack of literary reviews in this country. Apart from a brilliant article on Baudelaire by that best of literary critics, Martin Turnell, The Wind and the Ruin is not up to Horizon, but it does stand, glorious in its uniqueness, as the one critical review that bases itself on standards, catholic as well as eternal. In hoping that after the war it will show the country that " Turnela ism " rather than " Hintonism " represents the 'Christian tradition I recommend a paragraph from an article by Cyril Connolly in Horizon: " If the way in which we occupy ourselves. apart from necessary relaxation, is the way which provides no data for the mind in its struggle to master the cenditions of life, the nature of happiness, and the meaning of existence, then we had better give it up. I believe in the absolute validity of Pascal's axiom: ' Penser fait la grandeur de l'honnmea " JOTTER
Wise and Otherwise
" If we are now in North Africa, if Frenchmen all over the world are uniting behind us we owe it to Marshal Main, to his courage, his tenacity, his heroism.'—Col. Charles Sweeney.