"I Sometimes Wonder . . ."
On his rolling wooded farm in Surrey lion-headed, frost-maned David Lloyd George read the telegrams that kept coming in, listened to the honors done him over the radio, found he had achieved the age of 80. To the press he explained his age: "I can't help it. It is really nothing," but the teeth-rattling quality of his career belied him. In 100 years only four other men who had suffered the slings & arrows of a Prime Minister's existence had ever reached such an age.* At 80, Lloyd...
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