Though he looks like a British version of Mr. Peepers, the likeness ends there. Theater Critic Bernard Levin is the enfant terrible of London's West End. Long the Manchester Guardian's television reviewer, he grew "weary of spitting into the wind" in 1958 and quit. As an irascible panelist for the BBC's satiric That Was the Week That Was show, he once greeted a group of farmers with the words, "Good evening, peasants." But it is in his theater reviews for Lord Beaverbrook's Daily Express and more recently for the Daily Mail that his...
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