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The splendid and the vile by erik larson
The splendid and the vile by erik larson











the splendid and the vile by erik larson the splendid and the vile by erik larson the splendid and the vile by erik larson

As long as there was tea, there was England. Tea was comfort and history above all, it was English. “People do nothing but make tea and expect you to drink it.” Tea anchored the day-though at teatime, Churchill himself did not actually drink it, despite reputedly having said that tea was more important than ammunition. “That’s one trouble about the raids,” a female diarist complained. “And the reassuring cup of tea actually did seem to help cheer people up in a crisis.” Tea ran through Mass-Observation diaries like a river. “Tea acquired almost a magical importance in London life,” according to one study of London during the war. In propaganda films, the making of tea became a visual metaphor for carrying on. Mobile canteens dispensed gallons of it, steaming, from spigots. Tea bolstered the network of thirty thousand observers who watched for German aircraft over England, operating from one thousand observation posts, all stocked with tea and kettles. People made tea during air raids and after air raids, and on breaks between retrieving bodies from shattered buildings. It was the thing that helped people cope. “The one universal balm for the trauma of war was tea. The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz President,” Churchill said, “I have nothing to hide.” “We’re quite alone.” The president offered what Thompson called an “odd shrug,” then wheeled himself in. “Winston Churchill was stark naked, a drink in one hand, a cigar in the other.” The president prepared to wheel himself out. Thompson opened the door wide, then saw an odd expression come over the president’s face as he looked into the room behind the detective. At Churchill’s direction, Thompson answered and found the president outside in his wheelchair, alone in the hall.

the splendid and the vile by erik larson

The first night Churchill and members of his party spent in the White House, Inspector Thompson-also one of the houseguests-was with Churchill in his room, scouting various points of danger, when someone knocked at the door. Roosevelt, in turn, got a close-up look at Churchill. “Churchill stayed at the White House, as did secretary Martin and several others, and got a close-up look at Roosevelt’s own secret circle.













The splendid and the vile by erik larson