through their unwisdom,
carelessness, and good nature
allowed the wicked to rearm.”
And yet… There is a know-it-all attitude that I find off-putting. Too many details included for vindication’s sake. Too many speeches reproduced verbatim. What kept me going through the pages was his command of English: the satisfying sentences, the robust words, the grand oratory.
Death stands at attention, obedient, expectant, ready to serve,
ready to shear away the peoples en masse…
British fatuity and fecklessness which,
though devoid of guile, was not devoid of guilt…
So they go on in strange paradox,
decided only to be undecided,
resolved to be irresolute,
adamant for drift,
solid for fluidity,
all-powerful to be impotent.
One can hardly find a more perfect specimen of humbug and hypocrisy…
I always went to bed at least for one hour
as early as possible in the afternoon
and exploited to the full my happy gift
of falling almost immediately into deep sleep.
By this means I was able to press a day and a half’s work into one.
Not everyone has time for chunky books: voila the DVD! Albert Finney excels as Winston Churchill. There are moments of mild vulgarity: some backside nudity (of an old man getting into a bathtub – ewww!) and some tacky language. But the movie tells the story of the people who made history. I loved how Churchill composed speeches while he dressed and shaved, the interactions between Clementine and Winston, the long-suffering private secretary, the pontificating in Parliament, the scenes at Chartwell. If you love England, if you love the BBC, you will like The Gathering Storm.