Last Friday was an almost equally historical occasion. When I
read again the solemn words " His Majesty's Government would feel themselves bound at once to lend the Polish Government all the support in their power," I hear again the echoing cheers of the crowded benches and I have before me the picture of the Prime Minister reading with bowed head from the statement in front of him. That picture, assuredly, will not fade from my memory. Yet I notice that other, and quite trivial, incidents of that tre- mendous afternoon are equally stamped upon my mind. I can recall the delightful smile with which Mr. Kenneth Lindsay concluded his embarrassing task of speaking on a money resolution to a House tensely expectant of the Prime Minister's entry. And I can see again the shape of the envelope which Mr. Chamberlain flicked across the floor towards Mr. Lloyd George ; it lay there for a few seconds face downwards upon the green netting ; one could distin- guish the address of No. ro Downing Street upon the flap. Clearly the film of memory is acutely sensitive at such moments to sudden snapshots. And all too often two photo- graphs are taken upon the same plate.
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