4 AUGUST 1950, Page 4

Driving down the Unter den Linden I passed a pile

of rubble where (if I identified the spot correctly) a jeweller's shop used to stand. I remembered very clearly buying a wristwatch in this shop thirteen years ago, and how the jeweller had insisted—over- insisted, I thought—on its ability to stand up to rough usage. "I use one of this make myself,- he said, "and, as I do a lot of sailing, it is always getting wet. But it never stops." I wondered what had happened to the jeweller, and why he had left in my mind a small, vivid impression of untrustworthiness. But I had no need to speculate about the watch he sold me, for it was still on my wrist.

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