GREAT BRITAIN: A Whiff of Grape

Pish for thee, Iceland dog! Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!

—Shakespeare, Henry V

Elizabethan epithets and their modern equivalents resounded in the ancient British trawler ports of Grimsby and Hull last week, and the Queen's ministers sent off an ultimatum to Reykjavik that called up memories of gunboats and a whiff of grape. Reason: Iceland last week proclaimed, effective Sept. 1, a twelve-mile fishing limit off its coasts, a zone drawn from the outermost points instead of bending like a ribbon to follow the contours of the coast.

"Her Majesty's government," said the...