I believe that, if the Government of Great Britain would
show its genuine determination to make the Commonwealth the mighty power that it could be, the energy of all the youth of Great Britiin could be directed toward an inspired act of faith in the future of the British race. Playing about with satellite towns in the crowded home counties to seek temporary relief from the problem of overpopulation in a few thousand acres out of four million square miles is about as useful as offering a glass of beer to a drowning man.
However hard we work, however heavily we are taxed to achieve budgetary stability, however much we spend on armaments that will be out of date in a few years, all that we can hope for ultimately unless we wake up is to earn enough dull food to exist drearily as a small island on the edge of the Atlantic, whose waves it ruled once upon a time. And the historians of the future will say that we deserved our fate. I should feel depressed if I did not cherish the hope that when our young Queen comes home again, serenely conscious of her own high destiny, she will be able to rouse us to weld the British Commonwealth into the richest and most powerful federation in the world.
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