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by Anthony M. Ludovici The New English Weekly 1, 1932, p. 23 - p. 23 - I was naturally overjoyed when I heard that you were at last going to restore to those of us who have continued to be bystanders and "wall-flowers" at the grand ball of European Insipidity, a partner who, even if he never had any more desire than ourselves to join the dance, at least would sit out with us, and let us open our hearts. I feel rather as the dumb must feel when they suddenly recover speech; so forgive me, if in this first attempt at lifting my voice in your new journal I am brief and unable to do justice to my mood. Never, it seems to me, has the English world been in more urgent need than it is to-day of an organ of the Press, both independent and courageous. Never before has the liberty of the commercial Press been so hopelessly restricted, not by Government or any action of the public, but by the power of a few Press lords who, in their frantic struggle for bare existence and in their dread of losing the support of their principal readers — the new middle class go to far greater lengths than ever they went before the War in concentrating on thin and rather tepid rose-water for their readers' pabulum. It was therefore high time that you reappeared upon the scene, and although I have not always seen eye to eye with you, and do not even expect to do so in the future; I welcome your return as heartily as one welcomes the opening of a window, if not of whole folding-doors, after long confinement in a stifling atmosphere. |
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