WINGS OVER EUROPE
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] Sin,—I went last night to see Wings Over Europe, at the Globe Theatre. I am not a dramatic critic and make no pretence to speak as an "expert," nor do I know (does anyone ?) what does or does not attract the general public. But there cer- tainly is a public, perhaps not often frequenting the theatre, which would be -interested in a play dealing with so live a subject as the discovery of how to disintegrate the Atom, to transmute anything into anything else, or to destroy every- thing. The recent discovery at Cambridge appears, oppor- tunely, at the same moment as the production of this play ; for it seems to open the way to the realization of the alche- mist's dream. But the play goes deeper than a timely re-, Joinder of the tremendous powers science has put at our disposal. It shows also how lamentably unfit men are to be trusted with them. The mentality of the average man is dramatically contrasted with that of a great scientist who is also a poet. There is no "sex appeal" (what a welcome relief !). There is instead a reflection on the stage of the most real "life and death interest" of the contemporary world.—
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