The Romanian Question

MIDNIGHT DRIVE

As usual in the Nazi propaganda of subversion, Goebbels did not scruple about consistency in his scurrilities with regard to Madame Lupescu, the king’s companion of twenty years.

Some of his ‘stories’ represented her as the instrument of ‘capitalist profit-mongers, concessionaires and exploiters’, others contained plausible tales to show she was the agent of ‘international Bolshevism’. Contradiction of this kind never worried the Minister of Propaganda and Enlightenment. Hitler had laid down, in Mein Kampf, his fundamental principle of good political tactics and propaganda - the bigger the lie, the more easy its acceptance, the more effective its result.

King Carol, Hitler and Lupescu

“EAT YER TEA, Jer. I’ll be back in abart an ‘ar.” Mrs Cornelius settled her hat and contemplated benevolently the slices of bread and Marmite, the Mars bar she had laid out for her son. “There’s some Tizer in ther cupboard.”

With the air of a mother who had more than fulfilled her duty, she left for the Blenheim Arms.

Jerry took pleasure in his food. It was one of his favourite meals. The area door opened and he saw Old Sammy put his hesitant head into the room. “Wotcher, young ‘un. Ma in?”

“Pub,” said Jerry. “Can I come and watch your telly later, Sam?”

“Course you can, lad.” Old Sammy was grateful for anyone willing, for whatever reasons, to accept his affection.