SIR,—Get Levin back! It's the only way to save the
Spectator. Why should you worry alout his grotesque inaccuracies, his monumental misapPre- hensions, his flaming displays of prejudice and Or cluttered correspondence columns which follow in his train? You've got bigger worries than that. Mr' Levin himself, I see, from his letter last week wishes to make a wider appeal by also writing for Tribune. The boy is on the make. Tribune's editor, I'm sure, will be glad to offer him space and complete free- dom at a suitable fee. But the Spectator's necessity should take precedence over Tribune's generosity.
House of Commons, SW1
MICHAEL F061.
[Bernard Levin writes: `Mr. Foot's solicitude for the Spectator is touching, but I daresay the day wilco you, sir, will be seeking a handout from that end 0, the Strand is still far off. At any rate, I understand that you are still cheerfully indulging in the old" fashioned capitalist habit of paying for contributions. in bold defiance of those papers who have done their best to anticipate the Socialist millennium by the unilateral abolition of the sordid cash-nexus. AO' way, as Mr. Foot implies, I would write for anyhnclY for cash down, and will be happy to contribute from time to time to your columns. Mr. Foot's offer is as yet a little too vague to form a basis For negotiations, but I can assure him that from now on his words in Tribune shall be my constant study' in the hope that I may one day be able and ea• mitted to supply assorted grotesque inaccuracies, monumental misapprehensions and flaming dis- plays of prejudice to match his sample. Love Harold Wilson.'—Editor, Spectator.]
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