And there way they said "How British!" at "the Stadium when, towards the close of an hour's pageantry, they, had begun to glimpse, thiough the perfection and wiry of great. ceremonial, that spirit: of self-confident reserve, of purposeful endeavour, of instinctive selection and omission which is of the essence of the national charac.
This opening in the Stadium stuck me as wonderful, largely because of what it left out, Like the Exhibition itself, it was neornful of mere drama.
Tt suid what it lid to say plainly, powerfully, cleanly. Power was the Keynote, Anyone is entitled to pre-for style to power, but nobody entitled to demand that power shall also be "stylish," Beautiful it can be through control, and here we had the very perfection of that beauty.
concrete Stadiam might have boon designed to demonstrate power, and the Army, which had charge of the arrangements, made exactly the lent tne of its theatre, Glimbing to my seat just before halt past ten, 1 looked down upon fan oval of green lawn so smooth, and, even under the grey sky, 30 brilliant, that i® might have been a ago packcloth. Round it a broad, spotless cinder-track, with amphi: theatre seats and terraces sloping up from the outer edge.
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