25 JUNE 1942, Page 9

Even to me, a foreigner, it is almost unbearable to

think of Paris under the German heel. But with what agony of soul must the French exile recall his beloved city, or read how at sunset each day a German platoon marches under the Arc de Triomphe, their heavy boots clanking upon the Unknown Soldier's tomb. The Germans hope, I suppose, by this odious and recurrent ceremony to stamp upon the people of Paris the memory and consciousness of defeat. They do not understand that the French, unlike themselves, are not a submissive people. They do not understand that this horrible tattoo, this ungainly ZaPienstreich, will stamp out nothing except collaboration ; but will stamp in hatred, resistance and a passionate longing for revenge.

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