Sir: Surely the time has come — and if not
why not? — for the impersonator, for that is undoubtedly what he must be, of Alastair Forbes in your review pages to declare him- self, for Mr Forbes, without any question, deserves an imitator far better than, say, the oafish fool, like that Irishman William Joyce whom I knew only slightly if at all, pretending to the status of Lord Haw Haw, whose title does not seem to be in either Debrett's or Gotha in point of fact anyway, during that war of which Mr Forbes above all has first-hand knowledge and over the experiences of which he once, rightly, as my late Aunt Molly once said over tea, or was it the lap, of the late Duke of Marlborough, threatened litigation against a certain High life correspondent, also in these pages but probably himself and not a Cypriot kitchen worker as alleged, especially when, if I may say, this imposter, whosoever he may be in reality, so mangles the English language, its syntax, grammar and, dare I say it, sense, that Mr Forbes would have every right, if not in the sense of legality then of morality, to sue for defamation of character or, as one of my great-uncles Harry once did with the first Duke of Wellington, demand and, by God, receive satisfaction.
Charles Glass
Vino Nobile, Donnini, Florence, Italy
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