More Originality
Nor had I seen the film (by Mr. Emlyn Williams) of The Last Days of Dolsoyn, the story of the doomed Welsh village. There is some- thing to be said for being a stay-at-home: I didn't miss, not having witnessed, the visual allurements of the film, for the script has its own vivid appeal to 61e mind and to the eye of solitude. In spite of these good adaptations, I do plead for more plays written especially for radio. But I fancy that the B.B.C. does not hold out a financial bait equal to the temptations of the theatre and the film.
Highly commended, A Book at Bedtime, which last week polished off The Speckled Band in five happy-horrific episodes, well read by