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If you think my rosy line of reasoning is un-

realistic or wonder how all this talent could be used in any practical way, let me recall a stroll through the West End several years ago with S. W. Hayter, a good English artist who went off to live in Paris in the early 'thirties and stayed there—he loves England, but the mental climate for his kind of work was kinder in