M'Lud Among The Bolsheviks.

We rejoice that Mr. Falla has emerged from his terrifying experiences among the drear, drab, melonfaced Muscovites and has returned in triumph to the civilised corridors of Oxford.

We hope that, despite his self-admitted "competent" knowledge of the oh-so-guttural Slav jargon, Mr. Falla's pure Oxonian idiom remains undefiled.

Doubtless it was an upsetting experience for a man of Mr. Falla's background to be called "comrade" by common labourers. Really these things aren't done at Oxford, y'know'. In fact Moscow, from Oxford's point of view, is just a bad dream. It was so boorish, so plebeian, and so animal. It was nice of Mr. Falla to show us how abhorrent it all is to a really civilised person.

Now, after his little slumming party, we hope Mr. Falla can rest assured that Britons, never never, will be Slavs.