Winston Churchill pummeled his luncheon guest with questions about U.S. opinion. The answers perplexed him. Puzzled but polite, he carried on to the end, extended a limp hand to his departing guest. Back at his desk, he thumbed through a sheaf of favorite readingbrilliant, witty reports from Washington on U.S. reaction to world events. Long and frowningly he gazed at the signatures, wondered if he had been the victim of a practical joker. Orders were barked, secretaries investigated, Churchill was enlightened. The "I. Berlin" on the reports was Isaiah Berlin, economist, not Irving Berlin, guest.
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