At the end of the speech Mr. Lloyd George returned
once more to the " personal note." We must quote his most flowery simile in full :-
" Do you know what I feel here to-day ? I feel like a petrel who has been breasting an angry sea and riding on the wind through a fierce tempest for some time, and has just come down to rest a foot on the friendly rocks of his native shore. But I am sailing back immediately into the hurricane, for it is my element."
C'esf impossible de causer avec un monsieur comma ca. To
listen to Mr. Lloyd George one would think that he had been the victim of utterly cruel and unfounded charges instead of having been most justly censured by moderate and patriotic persons for having been guilty of conduct unbecoming a Minister and gravely injurious to public life. This bluff and hypocrisy is really becoming revolting. In almost every speech he makes now he takes back the expression of regret exacted from him in the House of Commons. His effrontery is without limit. One would think that a period of humility and painstaking accuracy of speech would have succeeded the recent exposure of his conduct in having accepted the benefit of Stock Exchange opportunities originating from those connected with a company in contractual relations with the Government. But not a bit of it. The stormy petrel revels in the hurricanes aroused by the blaets of its own breath.
