While yellow crocuses bloomed in Hyde Park, and on Oxford Street bright bunches of daffodils sold for 7s.6d. ($1.50), Britain counted up one day last week and found that it had been at war for 2,000 days & nights—2,000 days & nights of invasion threats, blitz, robombs, immense suffering, gnawing discomfort (equally immense) and imperturbable defiance of near defeat. For most of those 2,000 days Britons had stared into the hollow eyes of disaster and death; it had not occurred to them to wince. Now the unseasonably warm winds brought not only...
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