CONSIDERED AS A television programme, the inter- view with Khrushchey
in the Kremlin was for most of its length suffocatingly boring. The ques- tioners appeared to have been hand-picked for their dullness; but even had they been expert at the game they would have found it hard to extract much more from Khrushchev, who rambled his way evasively around each point, the interpreter following at a respectful distance, using one halt- ing word to Khrushchev's three. Still, as a study of the man, the discussion was illuminating. In conversation he looks like a middle-aged version of the baby in Alice who turns into a pig (Khrusli- chev being currently around the half-way mark); and only for a certain amiability in his smile he might appear to be growing up to resemble his porcine prototype, Napoleon of Animal Farm. His answers are at a level of intelligence which would pass as clever in a school debating society; whether the questions concerned livestock pro- duction or Kadar, they were answered with an assured irrelevance so bland that it soon became obvious he has long since lost all critical sense of what he is saying. It has turned out as Orwell thought; a mind trained only in the arts of ration- alisation, of explaining everything conveniently away, ceases after a time to have any real contact with realities.
Ireland's hopes of winning the coveted British Amateur Open golf title were completely shat- tered in the second and third rounds at Formby, Lanes, yesterday, when the surviving eleven Irishmen were all, surprisingly, eliminated. It was, indeed, a bitter blow for our golfing prestige that all our representatives should be knocked out so early on.
Umfwyp rdlu fwyp dlu fwyp dlu fwy hrdlu etaoin
—Irish Press, May 30 Oh, come, now—take your beating like men !
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