Prisoners in Bangladesh pleading for their lives
in a news photograph from the
London Daily Express, 20.xii.1971.
‘And yet, and yet, I know Englishness does exist, and I know it not when I see it but when I feel it…’. And yet, and yet, it seems to me that Christopher Hitchens is the last person whose musings on feelings I would really want to read — especially feelings of the tragic-flaws-and-noble-virtues-of-[insert country name here] variety.
(cf. English Traits.)