oxy Avro iapniy."—By Benito Mus-Hutchinson & C¢ graphy, then, lies not in its revelation of personal character (for although the words are Mussolini's own we feel that his portrait is all out of focus), but in the light it throws W.'S. Gilbert once invited a friend to spend week-end on his yacht, When the friend arrived he Tooked the ewart up and down, and aid: T thought it was bigger than Noe" replied Gilbert, patting than un biogroly will fel something of the The render of Muscolin's At Aisaprointmert of ie candid friend, Lig. enowgn, Dat ft dose wt even! enough of personality which fre in other countries find it hard to derstand, It is not s0.mueh Autobiograply awn suveiteaet, a piece of special pleading, the act of Biman who, in spite of all his fine word, is conscious of the necessity making out a ease.
Enemies and Friend:
Tt is now six years since the March on Rome, which Mussolini usually refers to as "the revolution.' Since then no one living has been bitterly attacked and so extrayagently praised, not only by his own countrymen but by observers uproad. To some he represents Europe's chief bulwark against Bolshevism, To others he is " tyrant worse than Lenin, a self-secking schemer wha has suppressed free speech one mockery of Parliamentar® institutions. Which fs right?
polini's patus am desper-This us of Mus: ately Italian, true), his unswerving purpose, his, immense energy, and his iron will, but still "ye are puzzled. We feel that he keeps us at arm's length. He leaves too much unsaid. has.written too soon—before his work is finished. Consequently, he gives nothing away. He admits no mistakes—writes, indeed, as though the were incapable of making one.
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