It was a week of creeping suspense. No one event dramatized the fierce acceleration of history. No voice dominated (or clarified) the tumult of clashing policies, hopes and fears. Men suffered piecemeal, but comparatively few minds grasped the totality of civilization's crisis. There was only creeping suspense.
Economic Crisis. For crisis had become general. There was scarcely a level of human activity, scarcely a corner of the world unaffected by it. There was the crisis in food. Crops had been bad almost everywhere except Russia. The specter of hunger in winter haunted Western Europe and much of Asia. There was...
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