[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.]
SIR,—I was startled to read, under the heading of " The Spectator and The English Language," in the Spectator of November 28th, an astonishingly rude remark about Mr. Harold Nicolson's voice. May I be allowed to say that for some years Mr. Nicolson's talks on the wireless have been a weekly pleasure to me, principally, I think, because of his delightful deprecating drawl, which makes everything he says sound amusing and confidential? Mr. Nieolson's present Tuesday lectures on Literature are, alas, as much above my head as the " Foun- dations of Music," still I listen to them simply because of the charm of the voice, which the singular bachelor lady, from Warwickshire, says she detests.—I am, Sir, &c.,