Rotundly encased in a black coat, striped pants, and glowing good humor, Winston Churchill beckoned toward the Laborite side of the House of Commons. "We have all," he boomed, "watched with attention, mitigated by occasional fatigue, the twirls, twitchings and convulsions which are taking place on the Front Bench opposite."
The Laborites had just come from a private meeting of their own, one of the stormiest in years. Rebel Aneurin Bevan, who is louder about his anti-Americanism than his antiCommunism, was now making no secret of his campaign to wrest the party from Moderate...
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