LONDON LETTER
145
it sounds, and I have found no answer to it in Labor's blueprints of the
future. So that's another one for your symposium.
I have no space left to talk about foreign policy; that will have to
wait until the next Letter. As for outstanding literary events, they
don't have to wait-there haven't been any. Congratulations to the
British edition of PR ; though it is rather humiliating for the Left intel–
ligentsia over here that nothing similar can be locally produced, and
that one has to import the candles from your capitalist hell to our
socialist limbo.
ARTHUR KoESTLER
P.S. I have just read a story in the
Daily Mail
which may serve as
an illustration to the first part of my letter. Hans Frantz, a German
prisoner of war, escaped a few days ago from a PoW camp in Nor–
mandy, stowed away on a cross-channel boat, landed safely in England,
spent one day ashore, and in the evening surrendered to the skipper of
the boat in which he had come. Back in Boulogne, he told a police
inspector: "I had no idea there was so little real comfort in England
compared with France."
Quod erat demonstrandum.
