No Orgies in Onich I'm sorry, I can't help returning
to the security business, because I've just remembered some of the other things people were saying in pubs. Philby is fun, in a mild, remote way, and since politics are real (in the sense of the word confined Co politics) it's reasonable for an Oppo- sition to bash the Government with any stick available. But as an old far-out nasty Socialistic Socialist, I am a little frightened about the enormous inflation of so many trivialities this summer. They all make great pub talk, true. But what in tarnation do they triatter? If all the Keeler-Profumo-Philby-Burgess-Maclean festivi- ties had happened in Italy or France or America, would we here not be simply entertained by them? We wouldn't think Italy or France or America had reached the brink of dissolution. And where I come from, outside London, 'the country' is not bothered at all. It is entertained. There are no wild orgies in Coatbridge or Dal- mellington, the moral fibre is unchanged in Whifflet and Boat of Garten, and as far as we can see, one small group of people in London has been foolish or naughty and another equally small group is frothing at the mouth. So what? Let us not have the Socialist millennium launched on a tidal wave of security, because if it is, I'll vote Liberal, God help me.
CLIFFORD HANLE'S'
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