I have often wondered how much more secure the peace
of Europe would be if Mr. Eden would buy a suit of clothes from Lord Cecil. I fancy a good deal. For the Foreign Secretary suffers seriously from the perfection of his wardrobe. It is all wrong, of course. Nature chose to make him good- looking and he commits no crime in going to a tailor who knows how to cut and fit. But he evidently hardly realises what an asset it is to a politician to look a little care-worn and neglige. A politician really tends to be discounted, absurd though it be, for being too well turned-out, the implication apparently being that a man who seems so much concerned over his appearance cannot be as concerned as he should be over greater matters. Which is nonsense. I don't suppose Mr. Eden is more concerned over his appear- ance (though his valet may be) than I am over mine. It is simply that Nature has endowed us differently—as would be manifest if my photograph were ever published in this column.
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